The Storm of Voices is the Robber

The dawn ticks

And their voices

Rush through my mind

It’s a storm

It’s robbing me…

.

They don’t

Want to be near me

I repulse them…

.

Loud…

Annoying…

Shut up…

Go away…

Stop fighting…

.

And later

Don’t flinch…

Stop cowering…

Don’t be like that…

Just stop…

.

The evening ticks

And their voices

Rush past my head

It’s a storm

It’s robbed me

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