Tilting

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10230
Sri Lanka

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

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