Jul 2020
A world of emanating noise
Filling my mind with static,
The voices are in and out
Their sounds more that sporadic.
Living in a world of noise
Shouting through my soul
Living in a world of toys
Screaming away what’s whole
Filling my mind with static,
The voices are in and out
Their sounds more that sporadic.
Living in a world of noise
Shouting through my soul
Living in a world of toys
Screaming away what’s whole
I’ve been pretty silent on these recent ones. I don’t know why. Didjya guys miss me? Probably not, but you know, it’s nothing much. Anyways there’s been a lot going on and I haven’t written much poetry. Well I have, but I’m embarrassed to even call it poetry. I think I’m losing my “edge” per se.
