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


The noise keeps going worming

Into these words that should be

Dramatic, forlorn

Fit for the broken and the pretend


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.



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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