Saturday, December 18, 2010

Noise

Noise:
It never stops.

Motion
Movement
Filtered through my ears.

I cannot help but think of those who suffer

I cannot sleep
I am not tired
Yet I feel I must go to bed

Rise again tomorrow
At the hour I should

But I never do.
And it never feels the way I imagine.

The noise continues.

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