Once the misery
Starts I can’t find
The off switch
A child’s deaf ears
Are woken
To the hairiest of situations
The startled fears
That dare to dream
I’m barely conscious walking alone
Am I able to weep
Inside my bloodiest miseries
I whispered secrets
To my darkest demons
In the shadows
They eventually became me
My sacred possessions
And repressions
Became my silence in anger
The fleeting peace
A bobbing boy
And I still envision it all to this day