White Noise

Static, all I hear is static.

White noise rings in my ears

like it is seeping from the walls

of the very room I am sitting in.

Black and white dots and lines

form patterns in front of my eyes,

making it hard to see my path.

My ears, made sharp and sensitive

due to the loss of my sight.

I am drowning.  I am lost in the depths

of my mind.  I can’t even win

in my dreams.  Searching for the answer

to my problems, but they are nowhere

to be found.

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