Sometimes

Sometimes my mind
Feels clouded to the point
Of insanity
Filled with sounds and
Voices and songs and
Things I cannot control

So loud it hurts
Sometimes
Screaming internally
I suffer
Just stay silent
Trying to maintain and
Keep my cool so
I don't lose my composure

Seeing the future
Sometimes coming true
Only to find that
I was dreaming
Or maybe I wasn't
Seeing my death
Sometimes coming true
Only to find that
I was dreaming
Or maybe I wasn't

Then waking up
From a dream 
Within a daydream
Or a nightmare
Knowing what's to come
Or maybe I don't
But sometimes
I do

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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