Loud Noises

The questions pop up like fireworks

Sparks flying out 

I cover my face, evading them

while fire licks the dark sky

I push my hand over my ears

I don't want to see, to think

It hurts, my head straining


But i need to ask them

What a memory this is

I can't find answers nor end

They just keep poping,

those bright things in the sky

hard to ignore the nagging


With bright flashes, they seem to chant

"Answer me! Answer me!"

Sharp spikes in my skull with every blow

With every crack and boon, another



My tears fall in vast numbers

As if it'll light the path 

Or maybe distract me from

the explosions in my mind

But they stay at it, in their loud teasing

Never finished, never full, never fade


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