a constant
pound
from outside
through the
windows
suddenly empty
on the inside
nowhere to hide
in here
hardly enough
room to breathe
a cloud created
and eyes can’t
conquer it
as it starts to
move up the walls
the constant
pound returns
inside the mind
no volume
control
the bass
continues to pound
no sleep
tonight
no effort left
all thoughts
unfinished
interrupted by
the constant pound…
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