I feel most at home
in that nighttime quiet zone,
where the stars are given centre stage,
and the moon finds herself
written upon my page.
It's during these hours
I control the sounds.
I can decide how loud
my minds chorus shouts.
I can dim it down,
until it's barely raising its voice,
or I can amplify the noise
to a crushing roar. It's all my choice.
During daylight dazzle and glare
I become too aware of the other...
The creeping drone of humanity
starting to smother. I find myself alone…
But surrounded.
Claustrophobically enclosed within
the vast open world I'm walking in.
The dial on the volume control
is always tuned to eleven,
There are no quite moments, no safety zone.
Just piercing tones scratching through my bones.
How can I find answers, or take notes,
when I can't hear the questions or diagnose
the quotes those questions provoke?
Daytime trickles inside.
Insidiously…
It pours through the atmosphere
in liquidity,
until you feel your lungs burst full...
Gasping for air. Oxygen depleted.
your mind wants to hide, pull the blinds
fear, it senses danger near.
But the noise…
the ever-constant noise won't lull.
You start to feel the pull...
The pull...
It's calling out...
Mind shattered like a broken mirror,
scattered pieces litter
the confines of your head.
Your senses answer in screams,
sounds like the chorus of the dead.
As you are left, fingers red
from blood youve shed,
trying to pick up the other shavings
that have already fallen off,
Until they are just a pile of wasted sawdust
that once made sense in your head.
But you still feel the pull
angry at its unanswered call...
I feel most at home when light gets dimmed.
The blinding beams bring
a sound of their own.
It aches and it grinds,
playing tricks on the mind.
It's like the hum of old,
but that only came out at night,
or so the fables told. Has it evolved?
Found a new way to get inside?
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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