Turn down the volume,
It makes me want to scream out loud, while standing among-st this silent crowd.
No volume button at my discretion,
To sooth my thoughts or allow for a calmer expression.
My tortured look sliced across my face,
Like a man who once had a happier mind space.
Is this just me or can you hear it too? that painful laugh,
That devils shrill, that teases me like a twilight winter daffodil.
Let me hear your music for a while, so I may lie quiet and bare a smile,
Quiet and peace is all I long for, not this pounding in my brain nor that hammering on my minds door.
How I wish I could tune in like you, and whistle to the silence of my own free will.
I scramble for that invisible switch, to silence the cackle of this cackling mind Witch.
But you wouldn’t know, you have silence, try listening to these hell like sirens.
All clutter now, all clutter, help me stop the banging of this relentless mind shutter.
I look at your face but hear no words, I can’t hear you, I wish I could, then perhaps
We could talk and solve this riddle, of why my mind only plays this devils fiddle.
Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.