Noise

We have learned to live with the noise, the one outside and the one inside. It helps us sleep, sometimes, the noise outside Because what lives inside likes to talk at night . But the noise inside is my own voice. It speaks of things I deny with open eyes It digs the grave I...

Reverberation of the mad clamour

I hear noises When it's dark and lonely. I fear voices When it's tender and quiet. I see you there, waiting for me at the break of the day, Watching over me, through the little voids, faraway. I hear noises When you approach me, I fear voices When you whisper in me. I see you...