By Titans Forged Poem by Linda A

Every noise I hear sounds like a bomb going off inside my ear
Any word you could possibly utter surely can't make it past the clutter
But you keep talkin as if words are food and you are starved
I swear some huge kinda whole in my being you have carved
Some people don't know how to quit-some people are just hypocrites
And as fate would have it, here in front of me you sit
All the while you hawk and spit
I guess you have never heard that brevity is the soul of wit
But since i told you and you now know, I wish you'd reflect and lie low
So conceited and it shows-led by a high, powdered nose-followed by ego
With no depth..though the afternoon knows what the morning will never find
A breeder of turmoil from the dawn of time-weighing on my weary mind
But visions and ghosts don't trouble the blind-so if you could please be so kind
As to excuse the ties that bind, ties that slight-I am trying hard to do this polite
But can you take a moment, perhaps this very one, and for once act right
Just say goodnight-then get the f*ck out of the darkness that is my sight