Haunted

A Poem by Luna Aurora Belle

I can hear the Ringing sounding in my head

The Screeching and Screaming which one once said

Squalling, Squawking, never telling, my friend

To one’s naivete, this is my end

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The Head rushes through the many black holes

Choking, wreaking havoc with the various souls

The violent turbulent Tumultuous shows

A choosing one’s making defining the loaths

The Fear and Angst overwhelming inside

The Pain and Pang burning torment surrounds

Of what is left but a mere hollow shell of an egg

Of what was once deeply set swirling thoughts of a segue