For I am not drowned yet in the depths of a sleep nor am I awake but trapped somewhere from a leap
a place who sings silence vanquished by hordes of gunshots and these rhythms were echoed by a man who rises his vague shouts
these harmonies breathe as I yearn for silence but when I close my eyes I'm in the middle of pestilence
what place is this? belly of the beast? who shouts what? and who shot that?
a war exists inside my head they're using big, mechanical beasts countless bodies were found dead explosions flowing from west to east
I unfolded my weakened eyes but they, I still hear and a voice ceased the war and tells me "Do not fear"
the war is over, and the war was won I try to catch my breath I thought It is my death
I followed the voice that stopped the war the one who healed my anxious scar
and a deep, overwhelming, string of voice is all I hear, and I rejoice for that time, I knew that I was not alone I am a child of God, standing next to His throne
I write this poem for a friend of mine who suffers Anxiety, Depression. She has sickness that I am not so familiar with the name but she told me that she hears gunshots and the chanting man in her head. But now all she hears is the voice of God.