Sounds
So many sights, thoughts, and sounds.
Things whirling through my mind round and round.
I try so hard to just shut down.
I ask for sleep but none is found.
As tight as a drum I am wound.
Noise, noise, noise all around.
To a sleepless night I am bound.
Finally things settle down.
Oddly enough, silence is the loudest sound.
Copyright © Tammi Lavachek | Year Posted 2005
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