Overcoming The Noise.

I cannot think, I cannot hear,
The voices in my head.
They try to speak and to be heard,
Don’t know just what they said.

There’s poetry that I can’t hear,
It’s lost in all this noise.
The words are lost beyond recall,
l’ve lost so many joys.

Voices within and more without,
I try to sort them out.
But there’s no sense that l can hear,
Can’t tell what they’re about.

I want to write to get it down,
It’s all a jumbled mess.
A word from me, a word from them,
From someone else I guess,

And now the voices in my head,
Have reached a fever pitch.
They yammer, screech, and howl there,
Quite soon I’ll start to twitch.

So I have worked with what I’ve got,
Have used what I could save.
And as I write these final lines,
they fade back to their grave.

Cheers, Winston