White Noise
The hum of voices echo through circular walls,
Like static on a tv screen, little sense to be made,
Words indistinguishable from the constant drone,
The constant, As though masked in fog,
Outstretched hands flail looking for any support,
Anything to grasp onto,
To comprehend the mist he’s trapped in,
To find his bearings and his place within it,
To find a way to clear the fog and silence the noise,
Hoping it will bring direction,
But this fog is eternal and he is not
Posted Jun 13, 2022, 12:43 PM UTC
I love this!