Someone Is Listening (Circa 2020) Poem by Sophie Allyah

Can you hear the sound of insanity
or madness laughing at the back of
my throat?
Can you hear me now gnashing my teeth
because I want to?
Can you hear the whispers brought to you
by the wind?

At night, at day, everytime I pray
When I am angry, when I am down
When I slip in a dream where pebbles grin
Gnarled masked figures dancing corruptly
beneath the brink
Where the sky is blood as red as a thorny rose
Who is this who felt envious and pain
Plowing sadness to its gruesome death
I know not what you are but
you are not what you think you are
I know you're listening from afar

You are scarred deepen from society