
His agony was excruciating,
but they taunted him.
He fought violently for silence,
but the sounds did not fade.
When I listened closer,
their vexing sounds,
I could not hear.
He sprinted from his bedroom,
out the door he stormed.
I saw him ran for cover,
from them he tried to hide.
I took a look to see who they were,
not a soul I saw.
Boisterous, I heard him yell,
and he cussed profusely.
Commanding them to be still,
it was only him in view.
Although l have never heard
the varmints speak,
the distance in his eyes I observed.
As he stared into the distance,
he wandered away relentlessly.
He tried to put them in his past,
but his past was not distanced.
Soon I realized,
he had distanced himself.
~Yvonne L
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