Bigger Than Ache

Something quite bigger than ache

has been scratching my skin all day,

There is itchiness

on the tip of my tongue,

It wants to cry for help but it does not know how,

My throat is filled with thorns that every time

I let my heart make a sound,

I choke.

There is a voice

calling me to come home,

But my feet are walking the opposite direction,

I am trying to get out of the hole I have dug,

Everything is echoing a screeching sound; an agony,

And every time I cover my ears

I hear it,

It all has been coming from within me.