Shutting out the screams

I rock myself to sleep every night, hoping to catch a cloud to drift off with. A comforting image to grasp, but they never float close enough. It would seem as if I have been sinking further, drowning in the screams. An overdose of sleeping pills is but a night away, I fear not the solitude of death, for the solitude of life is far more painful. You can truly see how alone everyone is when there is no warmth left in your heart, when every time something good, catches your eye, you await the horrid wreck it will become. If all one hears at night is the yelling, screaming, and scolding that they endure throughout the years, how is one to sleep soundly in such conditions? The only hope is to imagine yourself under water, drowning, however morbid it may seem, you know that you cannot hear screams and scolding words below the depths, where solitude is a blessing. Here is where dawn peaks over the rolling hills, breaking the silence from the walls of water. Light beams through the barrier of my mind, breaking the threshold and a new day begins just like the rest….With screams, and constant scolding.

Shutting out the screams

YoungDarkPoet

Sudbury, Canada

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