that's what we do
we drown them out—
the voices:
of demons,
of loved ones,
of everything that
creates sound
because we're too tired
to recognize
where the noise is
really coming from— drowning in silence
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Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
#24 | drowning in silence
that's what we do
we drown them out—
the voices:
of demons,
of loved ones,
of everything that
creates sound
because we're too tired
to recognize
where the noise is
really coming from— drowning in silence