there is noise underneath

the noise, a soft whisper

listlessly entering a dark spot

of my mind, unbecoming but

serves a purpose of confusing

me endlessly always for worse

but do not call a hearse

just yet, because voices

are not spells of witchcraft

or other dark magic,

they are just noises

formed out of clouds

ringing raindrops in my ears

and i’m not afraid

but only fearin fear.

I hold on the bars

as the cart comes up

and down and around

a corner with my eyes

clenched shut.