Poisoned Head

I call this town
A shrieking shack
Where mourning and complaints
Are mixed in the gusts of winds
Suffocating the residents
Making them scream in turn.
I have seen it all.
I have seen it once.
But now it’s permanent
In my mind.
Who knows when
I’ll get rid of it?
Who knows when
I’ll be free again?
Images and films
That haunt me
That flaunt in front of my eyes
Whispering eerily in my ears
“We’re still here”
I can’t erase what I’ve seen
I can’t undo where I’ve been
It’s like carrying a
Poisoned head
On my shoulders!