struggle

“Just one among many, you're drowned out by the thousand who have taken siege of this house.”

The darkness speaks so loud sometimes.  A writhing, seething mass of pains and hurts and fears.  Some  crash their way in, splintering the doorway.  Some slink in, snaking their way through hallways and rooms.  Some merely walk in, brash and confident.  And they just stay and stay and stay.  And they speak so loud and bold.

It’s my house.  I can’t make them leave.

“Help,” I whisper, plead, beg. 

And the drowned One rises, no longer dead, and the darkness flees.  Gone forever.