When I Think of You

Memories disperse in my head

As if an infection pollutes.

I build bricks to block them,

And I am successful.

In my small space of

Four walls, all I see is black.

But sounds I can't seem

To close up.

Sounds of high-pitch screaming

More tortuous than

The sound of nails

Across the chalkboard.

Angry bangs bottled

Writhing inside to get out

And be heard.

Helpless whimpers and cries

That nobody is willing

To hear.

All these broken chords on piano

Ringing in my head.

It drives me nuts

That I could go blind

But can't go deaf.