Dissonance bound up in
rubble
shaped like half forgotten
skulls.
Echoes in the chamber
bleed
and scream like wild
banshees.
There was once a time,
yesteryear,
when this room was peacefully
silent.
Back when mother and father
smiled.
Back when father didn’t drink
always.
Back when mother had both her
children.
But now there are pounding
thoughts
and screaming tears to keep me
awake.
And when the silence comes in the
night
it wears away my heart more than
anything.