Static
It's the sound of your voice
cutting into my thoughts,
a sound that disrupts me,
designed to keep me distraught.
A noise I can't define,
though always annoying,
marks painful days and nights
with its coming and going.
Never any warning,
irreverently brought,
unintelligible,
with never a concise thought.
Gathering 'round the edge
of my subconscious dreams,
drowning my goals and plans
within your motionless streams.
Unable to move on,
you choose to torment me,
reverberating still,
to die ecstatically.
Lora Frikken ~ 7-23-06
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