Inside is a rage directed at the own
A spiteful gag of tokens of defeat.
The eyes fill inspite of herself.
Inside is a war meaningless and burnt
Ashes of memories alloyed with fears.
The present burns the past, the future failed at last.
And this disease is a civil war.
Sneaking into dark bloodstream lines
Clogged in Paxils, bled in vain.
And when the sun roared its light
It was too bright for the blinded eyes
For she cannot see, shrouded in loud murmurs of the heart
What has become is a moment stuck
Suspended in the loudest isolated decibels of a sound unheard even across a silent winter dawn
That silence upon the loudest mind
Has brought the deafness against the world.