Tilting
Location
10230
Sri Lanka
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Too loud, too loud
Eyes drowned, head bowed
Clap hands over ears
Fingers leave bruises
But must hold in the music
To suspend myself from reality
Hear rhythm rapping the only words that make sense
Feet tapping to the beat
Slide shuffle my feet
To keep myself upright but
The world won't stop tilting
This poem is about:
Me