blur

the music is playing,
dancing in a forgotten rythem 
beside deafened ears

i pay it no attention, for
my mind is elsewhere.

the music, a noise that does not exist
on paper, on a solid surface
has become a blur.

when i am focused, the noises become silence
but a loud silence,
the kind that hums,
the kind that you do not notice
until it is gone.


 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    october,
    my love,
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    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

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    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin