I am background noise.
I am the shadows that follow you everywhere;
I am seen but not heard;
I am reflected in color when you look into a mirror.
I echo in memories and I fade with time;
I lurk in the darkness and I only feel nothing;
I see all that is seen, but I am not known;
Because I am only the tingling sensation at the back of your neck.
The voices swirl around in a chasm of noise;
The slight patters of feet walking echoes in the blazing light
And the brighter the sun, the darker the shadow;
But I still lurk around without heed or attention.
As you take a step, I take a step;
As you bleed I can only watch;
As you lose your breath, I can only stop and stare;
Because I am background noise.
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Ideas Without Frontiers
PoetryPoetry is a subjective art form. It is not bound by a single rule. Their words have defied all laws of physics, And have inspired us across time. Every stanza are chemicals of the brain, Being converted into words, Words of emotion, Words of poetr...
