The Emptiness Of My Atmosphere

Just a short poem today. Sometimes, it feels like the world is far too full of noise and general existence, but escaping it allows you to enjoy some form of blissful haven, far from the concept of everything. At least, that’s what I was thinking while I wrote this poem. If you’re sick of everything that is going on everywhere, then this one is for you.

The Emptiness Of My Atmosphere

It is outside where the noise lies;
only it doesn’t lie, for it is noise,
and noise buzzes, hums, hisses–
it creates all manner of unsightly
(unsoundly?) forms of existence,
and uses them to assault my ears
and this little peaceful life of mine;
but it is not my noise, so I stay home,
and enjoy my bay of silence–where I am,
no noise will enter, and I can continue
to rest my head on a cool pillow, and love
the emptiness of my atmosphere.

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