The cacophony is searing my ears
the wayward lost vowels
strangle the dead eardrum
and the cat sense that invades my eyes
turns them toward the dead screamer.
Wake up, wake up and scream for me,
my lost friend.
I have forsaken silence,
and there is not enough noise
to fill the lonely empty day.
“I have forsaken silence, and there is not enough noise to fill the lonely empty day. ”
I can relate to this, great poem. (❛ัॢᵕ❛ั ॢ)✩*ೃ.⋆
Thanks! as always appreciate the read!