This noise is killing me,
It is ever- escalating,
Ever- deafening
Of cries & screams,
Of cacophony of voices,
Differing in frequencies,
Whispering soft,
Squeaking loud.
Nobody else listens to it,
'Cause it comes from
The chaos within.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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