Loud Machine
There are words beneath
what come out at night
you're fast asleep
but for me the time
is a loud machine....
im afraid to dream
because the things i see that are set up by my own mind...
...well they surely don't comfort me
can you come with me
to an open place with a loud machine?
it's taking up the space
but you give me room to breathe.
I think with the radio on,
im starting to wonder if something is wrong
cant seem to distinguish between every song
all playing at once in a loop that goes on
it's wearing away at my foundation,
but you scare it off.
can you come with me
to that open place
with a loud machine?
its taking up the space
but you give me room to breathe
Copyright © Helena Lovern | Year Posted 2016
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