Peace and quiet
it's such a common phrase
one I've ever fully understood since,
in the quiet, the demons stay
I find much more comfort
in the loud sirens of the night
like: Someone cares, someone's coming
You haven't yet disappeared from sight
So I fall asleep peacefully
submerged in wailing city sounds
The tranquility of noise and calm of chaos
brings peace to my mind's battleground.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Teenage Poetry
PoetryBasically, this is my journal. All of the heartbreak, stress, frustration, and confusion of being a pansexual teenage girl in a small town in Texas is presented to you in (semi) poetic form, by yours truly.
