Oceans Of My Mind Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

A haunting call echoes in my mind;
Voices from the past I left behind.
Pain, anger, and all sorts of emotions;
Crying out from deaths oceans.
Trapped there for the time being;
Wishing to escape, silently pleading.
Lives I could have saved from themselves;
Drowning in their own sins as it swells.
Lost them in seas of black;
And now all their minds are cracked.
Crazed creatures thrashing in the dark;
Driven insane they scream and bark.
Hoarse voices call to me from inside my head;
Whispering tome telling me that I’m dead.
I try to lock them in the past and keep them silent;
But they refuse to stay mute and react quite violent.
Digging deep down discovering unbearable pain;
Memories that still bare scars on my soul are my bane.
Little by little my mind itself begins to break;
My soul is bleeding out all joy and love, it is only an ache.
But still the voices continue to delve down deeper;
I try to shut down my mind to become a sleeper.
But now they all begin to howl and shriek;
They have found all that they seek.
Ripping my mind apart thread by thread;
Now I scream and thrash and wish I was dead;
Just when I can take no more, all is quiet;
It seems they were unsuccessful when they tried it.
But something is wrong, these thoughts make no sense;
What has happened to me? My thoughts leave forth hence.
Even now I cant straight think;
Screaming voices, cracking my mink, images dance across my eyes.
I down glance my at hands;
Fingers mangled, bloody, voices orchestrating bands.
Eyes bloodshot, my head splitting;
Knees, I’m falling, crashing…
Fingers bloody crushing my head to stop the breaking;
Bleeding ears, nose gushing, voice screaming.
Then blackness, I’ve gone and ended;
Joining the voices and I’m tortured, unattended.