Sanity

I hear too many voices,

Echo in my head:

Bits and pieces

Of conversation,

Like someone straining

To be heard.

And I hear bullets-

Too sure,

Too quick,

Too close...

You don't see the wound, do you?

But I bleed anyway;

I can feel the trickle,

As it rolls down 

Over my eyes to blind me.

Scarlet patches,

Making me lose my mind;

None can reach me,

None can hear-

It is as if,

I'm within closed walls

That no-one can breach;

Not you,

Even as you stand right here

Before my eyes,

Assessing my sanity.