Is leaving me dead
In feeling, or maybe just name;
The noise all around,
The unbidden sound...
I'm quickly going insane.
I can't quite be discreet
With the roar of a busy street
Drilling into my brain.
The silence I need,
The short time to feed
On the foods of thought and pain.
Nothing left in my mind,
I left it all behind
In the time before the roar.
I seek only quiet,
My mind's simple diet
Of the calm before the storm.
Note: Notice a theme in some of these poems?
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