Sonar

Beep.



 

There is so much noise to block out

 

that we drown

when our mind goes under

 

our spirit trapped in life oceans

lost in the undertide's pristine waters

 

we seem to hear the deafening light

but fail to see the rushing sound

 

the turmoil is calm

but it hides those nefarious monsters

 

which harbor in the deep

waiting to shallow us whole

 

 though soothing mental anesthesia

will numb this buzzing silence

 

it makes us still with wonder

what brought us to this depth 

the thought there is something more

 

it chills

 

 it is so dark

this nothing there

but we sense it

 

When can we not see

The End

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