late Night Poetry

tripy place of mine

I have a place
I escape to
When the world seems to be in a tizzy
When people are to busy
It's dark and quiet

But other times I make it loud
I make it echo with shouts
With music and life
With excitement and jubilation

And most of the time it is quiet
I make it dark
With stillness and serenity
With deep breaths and quiet hums

I leave it sometimes
Return to Society
Back to the people who turn a blind eye to me
Who didn't notice I was gone.
And don't notice I'm back.