there is a noise
in the back of my head
just behind my ear
and it chases out all my thoughts
it is not the noise of loneliness
that is most often rooted in my brain
but it's a different type of sadness
that makes my sister cry
but i know that life is fucked
and this is not the first time
that i have been left mindless
like a zombie
who cannot read or write
his own thoughts
let alone poetry
it is the sound of the past
repeating it's self
killing everyone in it's path
so that it may find a way
to move on
away from this house
because we are done
finished but not completed
in the back of my head
just behind my ear
and it chases out all my thoughts
it is not the noise of loneliness
that is most often rooted in my brain
but it's a different type of sadness
that makes my sister cry
but i know that life is fucked
and this is not the first time
that i have been left mindless
like a zombie
who cannot read or write
his own thoughts
let alone poetry
it is the sound of the past
repeating it's self
killing everyone in it's path
so that it may find a way
to move on
away from this house
because we are done
finished but not completed