Consciousness


Oh, the sound is so deafening,

The pounding won’t stop.

Do I dare let them into the

Recesses of my mind? As

They knock on the door, do

I allow the souls to enter?

It bangs away at my un-

Conscious being. Escaping,

I will, once it goes away.

Shutting out the truth, the

Honesty of the right way

To head in a desolate

World of confusion.

Is the commitment I made

To myself mean more

Than the noise inside

My being? I have been

Here before, the souls

Creep upon you to des-

Troy the very fiber you

Trust and promises made

To your own brain. Do

I dare let them enter

Into a mind so scattered?