The noiseA Poem by Bruce Weightman
It comes like the whip of the wind it can free you from your win it deafens your soul and frightens you a sudden blasting hymn it comes out of nowhere splitting skulls and curling blood it turns your legs to mud as the ever dreaming its important that the arrow coming from tomorrow may break our head. The sudden zip makes us wheeze bringing us to our knees It is the Noise.
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Added on February 27, 2020 Last Updated on February 27, 2020 Author
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