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Noise

I'm the problem

By Misha KellyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Noise
Photo by Elyas Pasban on Unsplash

Today it became clear

That I have an addiction

To all the noise that I hear

Even when it was removed

And there was nothing I could do

I sought out a way

To bring it back into play

You see, noise is my distraction

From all the pain inside me

Even though

It only gives me dissatisfaction

I pacify myself

Like a newborn baby

Trying to self soothe

From the credence of noise

I’m a junkie

Through and through

I fiend for more and more

Until I can’t even remember

What it was like all before

I’ve lost myself in doing

Instead of just being

So I just keep repeating

Until the noise

Inevitably leaves me

And the silence is screaming

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About the Creator

Misha Kelly

Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life

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