Posted in Poetry

buried in noise

life goes on
except i am not so sure
i wish to say goodbye

or even hello
hell, i want to scream
the mess
i have become
from yesterday
not kinder
or meaner…
i suppose i begin to believe
the lies told to me at bedtime
“go to sleep, shut your eyes”,
the nightmares kept me up most nights

but today -alone
really alone
in a make shift dream
of possibility
you start to believe
you can be and do anything
the dried tears cracked
the salt baked in
no amount of water quenches this death

buried in noise
the scent rises
higher than you’re capable of reaching
you slouch beneath the couch
say a prayer
to the God who has watched you crawl

for eternity.

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