White into grey into black noise



/ poetry

22/8/16 About a tumultuous mind and finding a tiny bit of clarity in it, and then clinging to it desperately

I might just switch off for a while.

Like a radio on talk-back

in the background of a loud party,

in a war zone,

with the cacophony

of a menagerie

overlaid by a rock concert...

under the wail of a screaming baby.

There is just too much noise

and it is all in my head.

...and, somehow...

I can still hear you whisper my name.



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