Staring at screens
Reading long books that have no words
At least
I don't really see them
I watch a show
But it doesn't make sense
To me
Because
I don't really
Hear
Anything
Nothing at all.
At school, we learn about
The Holocaust.
It's ok.
Until we get to the images.
The images are what break me.
Not because
Of some gore
Not the emaciated bodies
But it's the screams
It's the voices. The
voices
That scream
That cry out to me
I hear them in my head
They won't stop.
No one else hears them.
They sit there like
This is normal
That they see this
Everyday
Like there is nothing to hear.
Do they not hear them?
Do they not hear the screams?
Can they not understand the
Pleas
The voices
Begging for help?
Once they realize you can hear them
Once they realize you
Can understand them
They will not leave you alone.
They will flood your dreams
With so many colors
(Mainly red)
They will blast their emotions
(Mostly pain and fear)
They will dance to the music
(Music of the guns)
And they won't be still
Until you force them away with
Music.
Music that is so loud it hurts your ears.
You close your eyes
Tightly, now,
And begin to mouth the words.
Focus on the song.
Forget the world
Outside
Your ears exists
Forget the world
Inside
Your very ears can speak
Focus only on the music
That alone will keep the
Masses silent
That alone will make them
Shut up.
Feel the beat.
Let it be so loud
That it rocks you.
It becomes the heart
Of the body.
Let it be your
Driving force.
The thing that
Keeps you alive, the
Thing that protects you.
Don't feel guilty.
You should.
But don't. Don't let it
Take over, don't
Let it tell you
You were
Wrong.
If you look at pictures
And they begin screaming
Scream back at them
Tell them to leave you alone.
They won't,
But it's worth a shot.
And we all say you're crazy.
You say
I'm crazy.
You will not listen
But I know.
I know what I know.
I know what I have been through.
And you don't want it.
But neither do I want
It to go away.
I wouldn't wish
This on my worst enemy.
But I will not part
With this curse.
I don't know
Why it happened to me.
I don't know
Why I want it.
But I will
Not
Part
With it.