the Bells
They haunt me in my dreams
i hear Them in the streets
it makes me want to scream
scream like a child
whose eyes cannot shut
for fear that their throat
will surely be cut
these Bells
They drive me mad with Their wonderful delights
against Them i rage
i constantly fight
with effortless ease
They attack without warning
They infiltrate my brain
at least until morning
those Bells
all my life They’ve plagued my mind
They ring without fear
They don’t sense it’s Their time
it’s Their time to be finished
They are now forsaken
can i finish Them off
before i awaken
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 