Solitary Sound


A solitary noise echoes.

It becomes a prisoner in my head.

The cage is solid, while

sound reverberates strongly.

The more I concentrate,

the more it becomes like a scab,

slowly picking and prodding to no avail.

A noise so alone

can become my worst enemy,

grasping for me like a half strand of DNA,

a polymer not so polite.

Deafness would be an answer or

a final goodbye,

like we were at least affable.

Only a genius could strike my soul

as you do.

A solitary sound marries my empty mind.

Things will only stop once I start my own noise.


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