Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Untitled 103

I sit alone at a desk to break the silence
Or rather to quiet the voices in my head
(Screaming, shouting, rapping their fists)
By bringing them into the light

Without four tight walls to confine them,
to ricochet between, to echo from
(louder and louder)
they wait patiently in front of me

No longer shouting, but staring

And while I look into the eyes of these thoughts
It has suddenly become too noisy to concentrate

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