White Noise

It’s the white noise, the blank space I’ve come to hate,

Cropped only by the cacophonous shrieks of the clock,

Reminding me

Each

Sec-

Ond

Is

Fleet-

Ing

And that each dreaded moment I spend

Lying down or dreaming, trying to befriend the silence

�"And peace�"

Is a worthless one; wasted, shot dead

By a bullet propelled by the natural explosion of time,

Striking with frightening accuracy,

Because I was too tired, too lazy

To redirect the gun.

Reviews

[Catherine]

I'm not sure why you put And peace in quotations, but I like the way you spread out the fleeting second idea, making it seem hurried