Cats purring, Babies crying
Noise all around
a Man stands in the Doorjamb
trying to make it all end
He's looking, hoping, pleading for silence
He walks, runs, sprints away
Looking for that place
a place of loneliness, of nothingness
He decides he's had enough
a Shotgun in his hand
provides a Permanent Solution
of a Temporary Problem
one last Noise. . .
Then an Infinity of Silence.
I have more, but I won't bore you with them now. I usually write to relieve stress, to convey my moods, or just to put my feelings into words. I was in a good mood the day I wrote this. I was in my grandma's house, writing for a contest for a 4-H project. Wrote this then burst into tears. No reason. It won. They asked if I needed to talk to someone. Hmmmm. . .
BK
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