Poem | Noises

Noises.

^{Cry of a renegade soul,
pain that engulfs my being.
I scream under constant unrest,
without being able to sleep, without being able to wake up.}

^{The angry voices are distant,
are approaching,
they go backward again.
The noise resembles torment.}

^{I run, fleeing from anguish,
I hide between pillows and sheets.
I try to sleep in silence,
the noise becomes present in the darkness.}

^{Between stormy nights,
between freedom you don't enjoy.
You join him.
There is no escape, no forgiveness.}