You hear the horror
You feel the screams
Dancing that ever so fine line; unseen

Tears to full blown fits
No control over any of it
Snap! there has been a split

Please tell them to stop
Mocking and mimicking
Bantering and bitching

Silence to have been golden
Chattering that is, now, un’controllin’
Pressure from the weight; unfolding

Scolding with threats; none to confess
Constant worry of your last breath
Darkness carrying the sickle and scythe

Silence you bequest …..this is the only way

Death!

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