Radio Static

The static is overwhelming.

I want the noise of the radio

to quiet all my pesky

between-station thoughts.

I hate the late night lights

outside in the winter rain

and waiting for me to see.

The sunlight is so lonely

so cold, so distant that star

that never burns my skin.

Can I just go home to my bed

to sleep all the hours I lost?

I want the warmth of these

colorless walls and paper blankets

and those firelight memories.

They don't hurt or sting or

tell me things I know for certain

and they're always the same.

I want the noise of the radio

to settle all my fighting

between-conscience feelings.

The static is overwhelming

but at least it's always the same.

Reviews

[Fish]

I really really love the way you use different terms like the static radio and when first reading that line it makes me annoyed but in a good way that I can relate to and it made me think about the noise of a static radio and over all is something that I enjoyed though out the piece, nice job

[Lore Keeper]

The first item of yours I had read as I had picked it at random. It had spoke volumes to me as I have those static moments in my own mind from time to time.

[The Twin Arenas]

Different than your other stuff - at least what of it that I've recently read. More modern. Something like giving in.

[Suhd]

I dig this poem, it has so much in it. Brilliant.

[Chris]

Seems so many NEED the "white noise" in their lives to mask out so much that IS their lives.