Philosophical

Silence can be heard, 
Like the bells ringing, 
Echo the painful sonnets, 
Echo the nothing vibration. 
 
Read the blank stare 
Lost again in chaos, 
Fade into yesterday’s grimace 
That lingers on the wind. 
 
Monsters in my head 
Beasts in my face, 
Regurgitate the platitudes 
But let them bite deep. 
 
Been here before 
But you don’t hear me, 
My mind now running 
Trying to overcome me. 
 
Out there makes me weary though 
My voice slim, 
But like someone spun, needing a fix, 
I need to scream. 
 
Now that mind without a sound 
Just echoes silently lingering, 
Tries to read another book 
Before I forget how to write.

Lost and lethal