Madness

I'll never forget that winding road in the dark, 

the blackness of night. 

The silence of night. 

The stillness in the woods. 

Dreams escape me as do my thoughts. 

I speak not a word for fear someone will hear my thoughts. 

I speak to myself in silence 

for fear if I speak my thoughts to myself someone will hear.

My thoughts are like a maddening cry. 

Escaping the horror which are my thoughts, 

it's madness inside my head. 

The horrific screams in the night you hear in the darkness if the moon. 

We stopped checking for monsters under our beds 

until we realized they were inside of us. 

Inside screaming to get out like a caged prisoner.