White Noise
Static, all I hear is static.
White noise rings in my ears
like it is seeping from the walls
of the very room I am sitting in.
Black and white dots and lines
form patterns in front of my eyes,
making it hard to see my path.
My ears, made sharp and sensitive
due to the loss of my sight.
I am drowning. I am lost in the depths
of my mind. I can’t even win
in my dreams. Searching for the answer
to my problems, but they are nowhere
to be found.
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