by John Petty

Created on: October 29, 2008

The voices cry loudly and echo with pain,

But no one will listen

And no one will care

The horrible howling that rattles my brain

Comes on in a moment

And lays my soul bare.

The screaming I hear drives a knife through my soul,

It twists and it grinds

And there is no relief

I want to take refuge, to find a dark hole,

But that one thing's denied me;

A surcease of grief.

The agony shoots through my mind without end;

It is always around me,

This deafening riot;

My constant companion with which I contend.

And I pray for some peace

And I wish for some quiet.

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