Give Me Noise

There's too much noise.
It clumps around my retinas,
keeps me blind,
but this is inhibition.
I don't want to hear you.
There's nothing worse
than the sound of incomplete
and silent aching,
so give me noise.
I want a calamity.
I want to breathe in the universe,
the fear,
the longing,
the heartbreak,
the anger,
the sadness,
and the misfortune
and toughen my lip,
squeeze my chest,
allow my energy to rise,
before parting my lips in a scream.
Screaming is a release,
so why not break the silence?
There's too much noise,
but there's also too little,
so give me a voice.
Grant me the strength
to scream.
Give me noise.
 

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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