White noise fills my room
Ringing with coarse echoes
Gnawing at my aching ears
The day replays before me:
What I did wrong
What I should have said instead
I fumble for anything to pass the time
My eyes win a staring contest with
the ceiling
The same record spins scratchily
without end as
history numbs my blood
At last I let my eyes falter and
pray that I dissolve into
my bed.
YOU ARE READING
A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
