My first poem I wrote in 2016..

I’ve started writing again, but this was my first

Headphones

The little voice tells me to put them in. He says they’ll drown out all the thoughts.   The fucker lies.   Each lyric carries a message, speaking to emotions that run through me— speaking to pain I feel.   Even without words, the violins seem to hit the right note, tugging at my heartstrings.   I know I should unplug and reconnect with the world, but that damn little voice— he’s so persuasive.   The next song will be better. It’ll do the trick. It’ll set me free from the emotions, even if just for three minutes.   So I stay plugged in, hoping the next song hits— hoping it buries the chaos that pulls me toward the edge.