Words of the Violent Man

I want myself to stop thinking because I don't want to hear the words that little violent man up there has to say.

I tell him people already fill the cage called my brain with syllables and letters and ideas.

He responds by repeating those words on a loop constantly like a carousel in a clowns festival.

I beg for silence, for peace, for mercy!

He doesn't listen.

He doesn't care.

He's not merciful.

He likes to see me struggle.