![]() The NoiseA Poem by Forgotten
How do I describe it?
A noise without sound to it's name, There for a moment yet gone, Almost as if it's existence is but trickery, Part of the neurological chemical flowing though my mind, Is it part of an illusion to yet be seen by naked eyes? I cannot fathom it's whereabouts, Or better yet it's location of solitude, Why am I pained by the noise? For as it is but a fleeting phenomenon, It is the sound with not a name to its cause.
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Added on November 4, 2013Last Updated on November 4, 2013 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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