thinking it traffic
that steady tinnitus drum
banging in my ears
thinking it traffic
that steady tinnitus drum
banging in my ears
those waking moments
a passing plane, early traffic
tick-tock goes the clock
a truck rumbling by
the mind snags, unfinished tasks
colliding with dreams
in the dark of night
when all that can be heard is
the beat of your heart
wet tyres squishing past
the dim light of a dark day
the warmth of this bed
from above my head
the uhhm of meditation
the creaking of floors
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
Just words and more words, as they come of their own accord.
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