Noise

The constant noise drowns every singular
Idea, thought, feeling—
Bleeding together in a cacophony of
Fractured selves struggling to be heard.

Weep for familiar nostalgia;
Rage at the injustice of society;
Doubt the strength of humanity;
Question the actions of oneself.

No external force can match
The turmoil of the world within.
Channel the static and drive it outward
Until they hear it too.

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