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 can’t 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.
