The Not So Silent Film

My head hums loudly
Like power surging through old cords
So loud, I feel
Everyone can hear it
As I walk by
My thoughts are a current
Forever flowing rapidly
Through my head
Sorting and filing
Sorting and filing
Sorting and filing
I can never seem to
Sift through my thoughts
Enough to clear them out
They surge
They thrive
They throb
and pulsate
Sleep
The only break I get
Delayed by the avalanche of
Images
Voices
Scenarios
...people
I long for sleep
I long for rest
I long for calmer days
I long for relaxing nights
My former being
Is nested inside of myself
Wondering why it's there
Trying to break through
Layers of self piled
Garbage
24 hours of chaos
Loop over and over
...and over
...and over
...and over
...and . . .