Sunday, July 3, 2016

Powerless

I shut my eyes.
Three fingers of my right hand gently touch my closed right eye.
And three fingers of my left hand do the same to my left eye.
I apply some pressure on my fingers and they press against my eyes.
I see red spots.
Both my thumbs block my ears. Bleak sounds still manage to penetrate.
But those sounds do not perturb me, the other voice does.
That clamorous voice which is coming from the inside.
That inner voice which is gnawing on me.
I want to shut that voice.


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