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.