No words
No humming
No noise
Nothing
Quiet.
The silent noise torturing me
Grasping at my ears
Encouraging a head ache
Encouraging a new thought to pierce my head
Blocking out the real sounds
The sounds I really want to hear
Sounds that I used to hear
No longer.
-Athena
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PoetryPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
