(Poem) Electronic Torture

With a voice in my head

and a tear in my eye,

The words echo plainly

“Why don’t you just die.”

My mind in the fight

to be free of the sorrow,

Will I still feel the pain

when I wake up tomorrow?

In my walk to endure

and oftentimes cope,

The struggle is real

that brings with it hope.

The shadow that follow

would be quick to deny,

From a distant computer

and a website that spy.

The psychotronic torture

and harassment is there,

The reality that shatter

and darken my stare.

Inside I tremble,

my cries are not heard,

I’m stuck in the moment

and silenced of word.

  © Shelley W. Williams -2020