Inside

I feel the pressure in my mind

The flashing spikes I fear

Making it all unclear

As the constant bind

Tears at me, across me, into me

Cushions cover up my skull

Hiding the pressing source

Suppressing the inner force

Hitting me sharp and dull

Like a great bell, clanging hell, not so well

Then it all goes clear

I can hear the clarity

Hear your vulgarity

A stage of no fear

Like droplets in a quiet pond, of this I’m fond

Please do not release the bond

That brings the ringing back again

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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