Thump.  Thump.  Thump.
Not my heart beat
For that is much faster
It is thoughts hitting my skull

Crash.  Crash. Crash.
Not waves to the shore
For that is natural
It is my thoughts clashing

Dark. Darker. Darkest.
Not night falling
For that is routine
It is my narrowing vision

Bang. Bang. Bang.
Not a gun firing
That would be okay
It is my brain misfiring

Silence. Whisper. Shout.
Not my usual order
That would be healthy
It is finding my voice

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