Living In The After
"...poetry is taking an ache and making it sing." -Tyler Knott Gregson
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Noise
I hate the quiet
Silence is an enemy
Solitude is feared
Pain fills empty spaces
Distractions bring relief
I hate the quiet
So many things to think about
When the noise disappears
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