Noise.
Noise.
Filled every crevice of my mind.
Overtaking my senses.
Suffocating my ears.
Running around my head.
Crawling through my body.
Forgetting a thing called
"Silence"
When I was calm
Collected
Cared for.
Being able to hear myself
For a little while.
Then they come back.
That white noise called memories.
Overtaking my soul.
Suffocating my heart.
Running around my emotions.
Crawling through my thoughts.
Then I remembered-
You've survived tougher things
And tougher times.
A constant reminder
Seared into the back of my mind,
So that's why I became a mime.
YOU ARE READING
A Different Path for Words
PoetryPoems dealing with every feeling you have felt, some more to come as well. This book will never be finished because I will constantly be adding to it as I grow. Come grow with me.
