The closest thing to silence
is the loudest thing in your ears.
Something that drowns out everything else
steadily,
gradually.
So i sit in the tub if im too tired
most times im able to stand
right beneath the shower head.
Let the water run down my body
Perhaps it cools me off
maybe it's silky texture
is distraction enough
but i know
that i am mostly
looking for more noise
that isnt
the thundering outside.
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Author:
syeda (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The sound of water. Grammar isnt the best. English is deadass my first language ig i js dont care that much
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
The message comes through clearly.
Sometimes what isn't good for us actually keeps us going.
Your first post and what an opening lie! My first thought was the only silence I know is the one I don't get to feel as sleep is like a blink that sometimes I wish I could feel. Very deep and beautifully written! Thank you for sharing. Much peace and respect 🙏 🫡
Interesting juxtaposition of silent with loud and nicely imaged. Well done
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