Silence

Daily Poetry

The world is a distracting place.
Bells and whistles, inundated with eye candy.
An abundance of commotions for the mind to devour.
Junk food, with enough time, becomes poison.

A fast of stillness is disheartening.
Our ears itch for an instrument.
Our eyes burn for a clip.
Our reason crumbles for an ounce of sanity – Why am I here?

No one wants to hear their own thoughts, are you crazy?
What kind of madman just…sits there? With nothing going on?
You belong in a mental insti-
SILENCE!
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