chased by noise

Posted: November 30, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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the noise is chasing me
wherever i go,
whoever i’m with
the noise is there
never ending, ceaseless,
in its pursuit of me
a relentless white noise
i cannot see,
i cannot touch,
but i hear it
it has no source
no way of turning it off
there is no escape from this
single, monotonous tone
except death…

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