Static

by Annie Kapur 3 days ago in heartbreak

An Experimental Poem

Static
Photo by Ivan Aleksic on Unsplash

The flies that keep me up for hours

may be nothing.

But the rumble of the floor, the static of

each

and every

second

is a problem which sends me sitting on my bathroom floor, door

locked

and wanting to read a book. But it's not

possible and every day I awaken to hear the

same static

and my head

aches from sunrise to

sunset. And yet

I say:

nothing.

For I fear of hurting your feelings, you see.

And you'll box my ears with anecdotes

from bygone years and I'll start to choke.

Pride welling up

wishing I hadn't asked.

And you'll never stop talking

but nobody's listening.

But-

But you cannot keep on topic.

But you cannot stop repeating the same thing

over

and over

and over again.

Maybe I'll just put up with it and say:

nothing.

heartbreak
Annie Kapur
Annie Kapur
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Annie Kapur

Film and Writing (M.A)

Focus in Film: Adaptation from Literature, Horror Filmmaking Styles and Auter Cinema

Author of: "The Filmmaker's Guide" series

Email: [email protected]

Interests: Film, Literature and Bob Dylan

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