2010/04/06

Cacophony - 2010/04/06

Whispers in the wind, those are voices in my head,
Too many too fast, I am unable to hear what is said.
Demands and desires, confusion between want and need,
Pleading for peace, yet no soul seems to take heed.
Pressure builds, no true outlet provided for release,
How I wish I could plug my ears and make it all cease.
Perhaps by attempting to ignore, some might go away,
But more than likely the melodrama is here to stay.
Visions of round rubber rooms grace my good nights,
As a good dose of silence can cure these plights.

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