Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Sounds

Image: Leland Francisco via Wylio
I wonder if we hear them.
All of them.
You shrug off your work jacket
And turn off the light,
And that's okay, because you're human
And busy.

But they're busy too, clinging,
Without a work jacket
Because they're sleeping in sterile beds
Or on benches.
And that's not okay, because they're human
Like you.

It hurts, doesn't it? Getting close enough
To feel the prick
Of heartache that you caused yourself to feel
By being here.
Yes, you could leave and draw within yourself
And dream your pretty dreams.

And I wouldn't hate you, because hate
Has sharp teeth, and kills.
I know you're afraid of the sad songs
And new tears,
But water has a way of washing
Us clean again.

Since when is peace and quiet and thing
To be achieved?
You should know that heaven is loud.
My ears ring
From the sounds I no longer block,
But cherish.


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