Screaming.
Crying.
Kicking.
Scratching.
The ceaseless buzzing and
r i n g i n g
expands to fill
all my senses
Like a huge pool
Of biting
cold
icy
water.
And I'm drowning in it.
And I'm freezing.
What have I done
to deserve this?
Probably something.
Nothing
happens for no reason.
Something
must have happened
for the world
to pester me
with these
cacophonous
discordant
screeching
creaking
scratching
screaming
booming
shattering
ringing
buzzing
endless
sounds.
But I don't know what it was.
BINABASA MO ANG
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
