The past,
It rears itself into your mind
You distract yourself from the pain of
Today.

The voices,
They sneer and snicker in the silence
You play music and they speak
Volumes.

The darkness,
Engulfs you inside uncertainty
You turn on a light and it beckons
Return.

The present,
Is the embodiment of fear and frustration
You attempt bravery and patience and
Fail.

The soil,
Occupies a dry mouth and throat, choking
You reach for water so you can
Grow.

The words,
That leave your mouth are both chaotic and serene
Others attempt to conceal it with tape and you
Break.

The future,
Is unknown and uncertain in all of its glory
You have a choice in both, all in an attempt at
Release.