White Noise

Insistent thoughts of society and the truth about people. What are anyone's intentions?

As I sit in this room and look to the world,

I wonder

Is it the time to act?

The time to stay silent?

I do not know...

The silence grows fond of the trailing voices

as each person picks up their own tune, and soon it changes.

The silence is no more

But these voices?

These incoherent songs?

They mean nothing.

Pleasant distractions.

These...

These keep people happy.

But are they real?

The real honesty is in silence.

The silence of the past... The future;

Hushed whispers keeping it down.

No truth no quiet no poise.

Meager nonsense filling the void:

This world full of lies.

The honesty has faded...

Our morals?

Ever there?

But what happens later?
What happens when the morals are cast away.

When pride is too much.

And then...

people hide from the truth.

No longer embracing it in spurts:

strings of self preservation

Evaluation.

Faded lost darkened

Darkened by the noise.

These masks people hide behind

wearing their faces to hide their faces

blending in with public eyes?

A loss of self is all we have.

Author's Note

Any suggestions on form or format?

Reviews

[Sydnie J]

This one made me think, and it really resonated with me. Your format is beautiful, and most of the lines draw close together and flow naturally. Some of them, however, sounded a bit unnatural, but I think the flaws are minimal and don't manipulate this piece to the point of it being bad. Your skills in portraying true human emotion in this "white noise" is spectacular, an honest representation of feeling. I love this one, props to you. Very beautiful.