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.