you know when you hear a
sound so loud
that your ears strain
and your head hurts?
your voice used to have
that effect on me
but i craved it every day
i loved the pain you brought me
like gold bars on a silver platter
it was my dream
but now
it is a nightmare
that i no longer wish to endure
i would prefer white noise
over any foul word you could
ever speak to me
one day i will get out
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Поэзияpoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
