Poem: White Noise

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You know the feeling
Right before you cry
When your nose starts to burn
And so do your eyes

You know the sound
Of a crackling TV
The white noise that fills
A room with the sea

You know the feeling
Of being jostled and shoved
By a chaotic crowd
A lost soul, never loved

All of this
Is the noise

The noise
Is the feeling in my head
A violent
Never ending
Thunder of noise
Rushing thoughts
Sped up breathing
Racing hearts
Trailing sweat

It's overwhelming
Drowns everything out
I can't think
Or move
Or speak
Without spilling
My overfilled cup

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