Drum beats in the distance
Soothing and amusing
Where do they come from?
I can’t tell and it gets confusing
Maybe its from the east
Now it sounds like it’s the west
Sometimes it comes from everywhere
Synched with the pounding in my chest
I’d often ignore it
Proceeding with my other business
Sometimes it got so loud that
I’d ask if other folks could hear it
But much to my surprise
I alone could hear the noise
So tune it out I often did
Until I no longer had that choice
The sounds grew louder
And more often did it come
Sounding now more like thunder
And less like a simple drum
Deafening it has become
Constantly increasing
In volume and in frequency
And rarely is it ceasing
All I know and all I do
Is affected by this lone distraction
Now the storm has arrived
And I’m paralyzed into inaction
Helplessly I stand, overwhelmed
By chaos and confusion
Focusing my thoughts is a long and lost illusion.
How to stop it, what to do, where to go, I haven’t a clue
I shouldn’t have let it get so near
I blew my chance, always did I hear
It growing and approaching
Yet I never cried for help
I knew I could handle it
Now all my fears and pleas
Are reduced to an inaudible whisper
Screamed out with the full capacity of a voice
Drowned out by a silent storm raging
And churning and consuming
Me.
Where am I?
What is going on? What happened?
Stay still. Keep smiling. Say everything’s ok.
Never let them see you sweat.
I need help so badly – but I don’t want anyone to know how much.
God can you hear me? Are you back yet? I’m leaving a message – please call me back.
My number is… ummmm…
I don’t know what the number is here – I’ll call you back when I get a chance.
Thank you.
Oh yeah
This is your son.
Talk to you soon.
