September 25, 2015 Leave a comment
Its non-stop, the eternal sound,
like termites scurrying inside my head
gnawing at my brain, consuming memories,
replacing pictures with black voids,
memories with blind static.
One long drone of sameness, banality,
Under clear blue skies, in pleasant sunshine,
with a soothing breeze, the hum remains;
sitting on the balcony on another balmy,
lazy evening, the hum remains.
At sunrise, at sunset, when soft light cushions
the ends of the day – the hum remains
worming its way into calm clear thoughts,
smoothing out creative edges, random ideas,
nullifying them,de-energising them,
destroying them, with the 24/7 cycle.
There is no day, there is no night,
there is no light;
there is just the city.