Almost Gone
Almost Gone
I'm aware of all the noises around me,
they block thoughts and ideas,
destroys my creativity.
Even the constant chatter of caged birds
interrupt the flow of nature.
And the crass screaming of scavenger seagulls
infect the tranquility that could have been.
The irritating squeals of children,
over excited for no good reason,
impact the way I feel.
The space around me is closing me,
crushing,
Intruding on my sense of being.
The people, just strangers,
moving here and there.
The whir of a cars working system.
The drone of large planes in the sky.
I want to crawl away,
Be alone.
I want to scream and shout,
But I don't want to be heard.
I just wish my mind,
Would stop.
Tammy lee Rose
