The Noise

The noise, it closes in;
It takes my mind away
To where it shouldn’t go,
And where it’s bound to stay.

I wish it wasn’t so.
A life of diff’rent shape —
But all this noise is mine to hear
And I cannot

Escape

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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