Friday, February 17, 2006

The inner voice, Yearning

The frustration mounts, rages, and pulses.
Nine Inch Nails, Tool…
all the wrong music, wrong time,
fueling this burning intensity.
Inside my head, the voice demands.
She screams and cries,
with the face of a baby doll,
a scream louder than train wrecks,
and no concept of patience or reserve.
She’s shouting louder, louder, louder…
Grabs my brain by the cortex and won’t let go,
longing, needing, craving, aching.
She shouts and thrashes,
rolling tantrums across my thoughts.
I cannot quiet or appease her.
She etches her screams into my sanity,
Leaving me lost in the echo of
“I want! I want! I Want!”.

Damn that lousy imp.

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