Insanity

A scream originates from the forbidden

closets of my soul,

but muffled up in my brain before

it reaches my lips.

Finally, what comes out is a gush of air.

The scream reverberates in my head all day.

I take dips in the river of screams

causing ripples that only my ears hear.

Every ripple tosses me further into an ocean of

eternal loneliness.

I have become deaf to the sounds of the world.

What exists is an illusion where

I scream and listen

I sob and laugh

If you want me to hear you,

you will have to enter into my world.

This too I am talking to myself in my head

and if you are listening to this,

then you too are insane in the mad world

where I belong.