All this commotion
swarming like locust's
In my head
and through my ears
soft and subtle
not one bit loud and clear
I have to guess what to do next
Almost like a whisper
a tiny little yell
Its annoying as hell
I try to mentally seal it away
shut tight
locked up, and out of sight
But nope!
Always pops right back up
not any louder
not any softer
the same exact tone
the same exact song
I don't know what's going on
But I wish it would stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always pops right back up not any louder not any softer the same exact tone the same exact song.memories, thoughts, words, voices...... love and the sense of loss all mixed up and expressed in this poem. tony