Lost in the
Jumbling
Madness
That is existence
My consciousness floats
In and out
Of my thoughts.
My silence is met
With a cacophony of sounds
Originating from outside
Sources
It overwhelms me.
The press of people
with
Their hot breath
and
Foul odors
Still, it’s lonely here.
None of it is for me.
Perhaps I am invisible
I question to myself
Yet again.
Then; it finds me
Soft at first
Like the flick of a cat’s tail
Against my face.
It knows me
This sound
And I know it
Though I am quite sure
We have never
Experienced
One another
Before
When it knows I can hear it
It comes
Louder
Faster
Stronger
Deafening in its approach.
I name it Melody
She’s…Beautiful.
Suddenly, I have a way
To communicate
It rescues me
This Melody
Together
We create Harmony
And just like that
I am no longer
Crushed
And alone.
About the Creator
Guenneth Speldrong
Hello there. I write things. Sometimes good things. Mostly, I write to find myself. If I can entertain you in the process, then that's just the derivative icing on the proverbial cake!
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