Broken Silents Poem by Brandon Brasher

The sound is like a thumping in my head.
It will not stop, it can not stop.
I scream out in pain but no sound is heard.
My throat is dry my eyes water, the pain the pain.
I feel it through my skull, I feel it through my soul.
It chases me in my dreams, I cant get away. Its always there.
Wait wait where am I? Its dark and I hear a small child crying. As if she is alone in the dark, but she isnt alone I am here.
I feel a small cold hand take mine. It was small but had the feel of death.
I know where I am and I must follow. I am at the deaths door. The small child wispers in my ear. Its not your time see the light and wake. As I shake out of sleep I have broken the silents.