Poems

Too much noise 

After a busy day 

Stillness can be louder then anything

You start to hear your own heart

Every push against your rib cage 

Thoughts creep back into your head 

Like a thief at night 

There’s nothing you can really do

People you miss come to mind 

Feelings long forgotten resurface 

Memories of high school pass through 

Stillness is louder then noise 

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