It's too quiet in my head
No more clutter, no more thoughts
No white noise to break the silence
I can't fall asleep
It's too loud out in the world
Too much clutter, too many opinions
No peace in a web of chaos
I'm drowning in the deep
There's too much and too little
And all of it is too late
In the silence and the chaos
I lie alone and decay.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
