He sits…
He sits in the tower.
The tower…
The tower designed to protect him.
To protect him…
To protect him from others.
From others…
From others who somehow don’t understand him or don’t need him.
Don’t need him…
Don’t need him – his anguish and his torment.
His torment…
His torment that is not only the storm without but the silence within.
The silence within…
The silence within that is accentuated by the whispers.
The whispers…
The whispers that are the thoughts and voices that flood his awareness.
His awareness…
His awareness that echoes with the whispers that haunt his being.
That haunt his being…
That haunt his being whole, being sane, being at peace, being whole.
Being whole…
Being whole is not possible in this – insanity’s prison, insanity’s tower.
Insanity’s tower…
Insanity’s tower designed to protect him and yet that which inevitably had imprisoned him.
Which inevitably had imprisoned him…
Which inevitably had imprisoned him long before he knew it, understood it. long before it was built.
It was built…
It was built by the hurt, the pain, the very haunting whispers and echoes of whispers that are the madness.
The madness…
The madness that surrounds him, haunts him, imprisons him, stalks him, consumes him and in which he sits.
He sits…
He sits an unwilling prisoner and yet somehow an unwilling escapee in the silent troubled isolation of his mind.
Silent troubled isolation of his mind…
The silent troubled isolation of his mind that echoes deafeningly, accusingly, maddeningly in haunting whispers.
In haunting whispers…
In haunting whispers he sits.
He sits.
© Kevin A. Deane – May 7th. 2011
This poem really touched me. Thank you for sharing it. One of my voices primarily echoes things that other voices (or sometimes real people) have said. This post reminds me of her in a fond sort of way.
Hi Marie.
I think a lot of us who suffer from this kind of thing have a voice or voices who perform that function or who operate in that way.
I am glad you liked the poem. It is different in style to my normal poetry but one that I felt I really had to write.
