I’m in mental purgatory

There is no sanctuary 

For me

I find temporary solace

In the rhythms and screams 

Loud enough to burst my eardrums

Coming from my earphones 

Calm down

Seems easy enough to do

But is one of the hardest

The soil that created me 

Now is not a place 

I can grow in anymore

Rather 

It is stunting my growth

Thus here I stand

Awaiting something 

I don’t know would come