The Noise

Roaring to life as the lights go on,

never stopping and always there.

The noise distracting,

the noise killing.

On and on the noise went,

never dying.

Trying to change something it can't,

comparing to what it couldn't.

The noise fading,

the noise changing, singing a different tune.

The noise smiling, laughing, living.

The noise no longer there.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741