SHUT UP
STOP STOP
Two can play this game
Headphones go in
Music on
Volume deafening
SHUT UP
Eyes closed
GO AWAY
Fist clenched
PLEASE
Feelin the beat
PLEASE PLEASE
Words roaring
Gettin lost
Blasting the turmoil
Simmering out the boil
Quieting it just enough
YOU ARE READING
Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
