Their Cacophony

They don’t shout loud

But the words all come, to sit

And ring in my head

.

I have to sort them all out

Some are compliments, but

Others be insults

.

I’ve heard, remember

Every one of those insults

I did categorize

.

Placing them through it

The label machine working

Have them on stickers

.

I place them all on

My head, my knuckles, my legs

And they all scream loud

.

Constantly I hear

Their shrieks and moans become part

Of being, Myself

.

This was written for Haiku Heights “CACOPHONY”

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