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It starts a whimper barely heard 

The wind perhaps...

Shoe scuff? A Bird? 

So easy to push back and hide

And force into the back of mind. 

But slowly louder

Now a word? 

No writing off as something else

Like trickery of mind on self

As noise restocks the empty shelf of reality

Beside the broken product pile

(As evidence of minds denial) 

The clutter builds and scatters far

And slowly now it blocks the aisle.

T'was a whimper now a scream 

I traced it back just like a dream 

Forgotten once but now remembered 

Shreiking endless to extreme 

And seems to me my seams are tearing 

In my mind I'm cussing, swearing 

Crying 

Pounding on my bed to stop the pounding in my head

To end the torture of my mind 

It's tendency to rewind time and chime and chime 

The clock's sound screams 

But I don't know how to end it