Noise

Laying on my denim sofa,

my mind takes me

to somewhere surreal and haunted.

Monsters scream in my face,

thunderstorms make deafening sounds

and massive, spooky black rottweilers bark ominously.

Flashbacks suck the living hell out of me,

alters my sanity and identity,

transforming me into a bruised zombie.

Home was not home;

my hometown was possessed

by talking and walking ghosts.

The village was sorrowful

with leafless trees standing and drooping

beside the polluted, odorous lake.

My childhood is history;

it's concealed in my cupboard

of memories of pain and fear.

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