Noise

Noise in my head ringing

Unmaking my verses making these lines

Topple down into a danse macabre

Ironically lively, so unrestrained

That the living should be

Shamed;

The noise keeps going worming

Into these words that should be

Dramatic, forlorn

Fit for the broken and the pretend

Unfeeling

And left them rotting into piles

Of apple core;

This noise dampens the night

Into a sham dawn and dusk

Something short of the other

But unwhole and unworthy

To be more;

And in this noise I find that I

Have become content

Finding that you were here

Knowing my words eaten by

This unforgiving noise.

 

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

2 Responses to Noise

  1. sulochanosho says:

    Good lines of poise there on noise.

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