Less Than Quiet

It knocks when no one listens

Only I hear it

A voice that speaks less than quiet about why I don’t deserve to be

It shutters another silent stabbing soliloquy at my sobering situation

Sadness looms sloping towards no satisfactory salvation

So it seems set in motion again are stolen seeping unwanted salutations

It rears its head

Invisible to those around me

I hate it more than hate itself

But direct to mirrors what I see

It deepens darker dangling that which downs me

Dealing in the devil’s work to damn and deny the truth around thee

Descending, decaying, defying, destroying all that which surrounds me

It creeps to make me crawl, crying and confounding

Killing my conscience and confidence

I feel like I am drowning

A kaleidoscope of confusion ever circling Witness my cursed crowning

It knocks when no one listens

Only I hear it

A voice that speaks less than quiet about why I don’t deserve to be

It slinks away

Before I may confront it

It will return worse than before

But it will find nothing