The world around me has such a quiet noise;
I have some quiet tears: I lost myself.
My happiness and sadness are forgotten,
But I still feel for what I used to have.
I'm sorry for those letters burnt in fire,
And gloss of stars, and gentle window lights.
I don't remember how I look when smile
Because of feelings ruined in my heart.
What's wrong with me?
What made me be like this?
I'm not myself; my heart is full of pain.
I don't want anything, and I don't care;
I stay inside, no matter sun or rain.
I quietly sit near the window in my room;
I don't come out, and I don't say a word.
It's been too much, and I am too tired
To listen to the quiet noise of the world.
October 12 2014
Quiet Noise
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