My head is in a constant battle with itself

Different voices, wanting to be heard

It’s a marketplace, always haggling; never quiet

Who will save me?

The hustle and bustle, a lot of buying and selling; a replica of the motorpark

A tussle for power, each wants to lead; none wants to follow

A constant ring in my ears, the church’s speaker pales in comparison

My mind bellows in desperation

My body falls like a sack of potatoes

Ready to yield to the frustration.

Hello, is anyone there?

My mouth, wide open yet no sound from within

I’ve lost my voice.

The only weapon I ever had alas, it was never mine

The dark chomped on it till I have nothing left.

There’s no cry for help, only a voice

with no sound.