Someone In My Head

A poem about roommate living in my head.

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I heard The Noise again

Like an illness in my soul

It grabbed and strangled all nearby

Till light felt like a hole

And after it was silent

I felt some reprieve

I heard, first-hand, its coaxing words

And how they can deceive

I felt the Noise again

It rattled through my head

It crushed and whispered through my thoughts

And wished that I was dead

Distracted from my musings

I couldn’t but smile and say

That thoughts are thoughts and nothing more

So I must be okay

Yet when the evening draws in

And sleep is all but poised

In gentle whispers, all I hear —

The Noise, The Noise, The Noise.