"Static"
I realized how noisy
and meaningless
is my existence
My power got cut.
Eerily peaceful
no furnace
like a jet engine.
No television blasting
playing nothing in particular
I hate the television.
Dad sits in front of it
depressed
No light
artificial-hurt-your-eyes kind
Nothing
Warmth evaporated
Silence
reverberate and resonate
peace.
We were truly together.
Like all good things
it was murdered
Just when I was transcending
lights flickered
Zen shattered
colder
Everything exploded into life
sound deafened me
I wanted it all to go away
My life is filled with noise
I can't take much more

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A Life of Late-Night Poems
PoesíaA collection of poetry from the depths of the darkest darkness