Silent in the presence of noise.
Fingers fiddle restless playing.
Teeth lock words doors.
Shoulders slump downward.
Thoughts run laps never winning freedom.
Toes tap trembling mad.
Humming, isolating ears from the world's voice.
Doing so only by choice.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
