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Poetry: It's rare the times I can make it truly quiet...
Article by : SpunOut.ie
[One]
the sky never turns black
and it's hard to see the stars,
i’ve been told they shine brightly
but caught in the eternal neon of storefront signs it's getting harder and harder to tell
[Two]
the sirens screech and children scream
a 24-hour consumer society
non-stop;
never peace
never quiet,
never sleep
[Three]
i find it hard to sleep at night,
tucked in cosy and warm;
i look repeatedly at my clock,
swearing that at least two hours have passed
and it's 1.23am
another six to pass
[Four]
i stay at home from school
not caring enough to get out of bed
i shut all the curtains when I step out of my room
i close all the windows
turn off the radio, the TV
i bask in the silence of my rare serenity
it's rare the times I can make it truly quiet
the house is not sound-proof but I pretend it is
sometimes the familiarity makes things easier to ignore
and I sit alone
and just
breathe.
the sky never turns black
and it's hard to see the stars,
i’ve been told they shine brightly
but caught in the eternal neon of storefront signs it's getting harder and harder to tell
[Two]
the sirens screech and children scream
a 24-hour consumer society
non-stop;
never peace
never quiet,
never sleep
[Three]
i find it hard to sleep at night,
tucked in cosy and warm;
i look repeatedly at my clock,
swearing that at least two hours have passed
and it's 1.23am
another six to pass
[Four]
i stay at home from school
not caring enough to get out of bed
i shut all the curtains when I step out of my room
i close all the windows
turn off the radio, the TV
i bask in the silence of my rare serenity
it's rare the times I can make it truly quiet
the house is not sound-proof but I pretend it is
sometimes the familiarity makes things easier to ignore
and I sit alone
and just
breathe.
