There’s a whisper
There’s an echo
There’s a pounding
In my head
It is constant
It is louder
And requesting
to be fed
It’s not evil
Nor malicious
Not a lightning-
storm, at last
Not so heavy
-fraught with danger
It’s less angry
And less fast
It is kinder
It is wiser
It’s more like a
Gentle rain
Though it’s mellow
It’s insistent
It is breaking
Down my pain
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Better? π