I can hear a screaming silence Hear it scrawling down my name On their chalkboard of compliance The ringing in my ears is them cheering for my pain Tiny echos filling up my brain I canβt climb the ladder, Their tiny claws digging in my skull; A vulture cleaning off remains. I am alive but weak. And though my head is full Of thoughts, I cant compile I hear the silence shreek
Andrew W. 10-17-20
All Poems are in chronological order from earliest to latest. For reference, my birth date is 3/24/05.