The Call of Loss
Sound come rolling at me
from
where?
Its almost identifiable,
grabbing at my life force,
trying to stir me
from
what?
Logic dictates
I'm the only one
who can know,
but no matter
how hard
I rip into my skull
I recall nothing,
its been purged,
wiped from the blackboard.
I grab at these surreal noises
locking my claws deep
into nothingness,
so elusive
and antagonizing they are,
as if something's
tapping me on the shoulder
that's not there,
Choir like sounds
smacking me in the ears
causing them to bleed,
and fiend for more.
I lope towards
where I think
their coming from,
it must be silenced
caressed,
throttled,
held,
taken with me
for it almost seems
part of me
lost or left behind.
Is that why it feels
familiar and yet
unknown,
like the true heart of me?
Not knowing is the worst
knowledge of all,
like trying to chew
a nice peice of meat
with no teeth,
so on I search,
getting no closer,
and constantly being teased
by the melodic,
sinister sounds
just out of arms length.
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