Noise

Just a quick poem I tossed off trying to stimulate my muse.

This noise surrounds me.
I cannot think:
or hear
or see
or do
anything.
This static of life is in my brain:
in my ears
in my eyes
and in my hands.
I am lost…
Life all around me -
inside me,
and I am dead.

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

Muse stimulated, indeed!

[Emily B]

I think this is something that anyone can read. No need for the mature rating probably. Anyway, I like your style. Welcome to the cafe. Looking forward . . .

[Markymark]

I don't see the need for the mature rating. This is a simple piece about noise......great judicious use of few words. If this is an example of your writing....I am anxious to read more.


Great ink....

Thanks for sharing with us