The night before. Why is everything so loud?
Clocks ticking, birds screeching and feet walking
Everything in a state of perpetual movement, ongoing.
Collectively overwhelming your eardrums in their ignorance
Never stopping to wonder, if even for a moment, if perhaps
they could just run a little quieter, hum a little softer or even just
stop. Silence.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
