But sometimes

the sounds

– like the pain –

faded, and then

there was only

the haze*

 

And other times

those sounds

– like old fears-

exploded, and then

there was only

confusion

 

Auditory hallucinations

Persuasive reporters

from yesterday

Transport each listener

through the maze

of muddled memories

DAILY PROMPT   Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.

*Misery by Stephen King