Your voice echoes out to me,
like a funeral bell that never stops ringing.
Like the incoming tide,
eroding the mountain that is my sanity.
Like a cuckoo clock
whose alarm is always set for the early hours.
Like a farmyard
whose animals are poisoned with laughing gas.
Like a twisted finger
that always pokes at my bruised forehead.
Like a hungry seagull
crying for food when an entire feast is laid out.
Like an invitation,
asking you to attend the party of an old enemy.
Like a hammer
that goes on a mad rampage inside a china shop.
Like a game of chess,
trying to be intelligent but just ends up being boring.
Like a deck of cards,
one nudge and you end up crashing down on us all.