Weak Poem by Ryan Holmes

Deafening Noise nobody hears
These voices take shape to my fear
Open my eyes, yet see no light
There are no enemies to fight

Push them away, just let them be
They do not know, they can not see
That I am slowly slipping by
As they come near, I tend to hide

Slowly the veil has been lifted
Away from my foreboding eyes
My feelings toward them have shifted
It’s starting to get hard to lie

It’s tough to stand their ignorance
Slowly my resentment hath peaked
Yet still I give them endless chance
I guess that I’m too God-damned weak