Voice about me never cease

in the cacophony.  Why

can’t they realize that they

obstruct my thoughts so to seize

my muse who is throttled and bashed

by their incessant chatter.

Dragged through the mud to be lashed

to a cross of death.  Their laughter

rings in my ears, damn demons,

for which I have no weapons.

©2018

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