Art by Kovacs Anna Brigitta


Tinnitus screams a hymn,
hear me sing.


Heart shrieks in rhythm,
as you parade through my skin.


Hands fall cold nevertheless,
for voices but infest.


March through then,
through hollow cold bones again.


Cowering behind little rocks,
I stray from the flock.


Solitude sits within,
heartbeat drops thin.


Three steps back and two steps front,
still darkened by the searing sun.


Conscience questions whenever I fall afraid,
boy, how long until you break?



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