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Whispers and Echoes

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By BrenPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

my dark was filled with white noise

my head was filled with light

my thoughts were mushy useless things

as i glowed into the night

i picked a favourable frequency

the dial i was off was set

i tuned in turned off and dropped out

but i wasn't quite there yet

being completely and totally unprepared for this inevitable eventuality

i selected night vision

a filtered blight vision

this second sight vision

pay per fight vision

and only then

did i

sit down

to watch

i tried to

let myself

be entertained

all was lack

i built pillow forts

felt odd of sorts

those endless noughts

and the bad thoughts

and i found

that

it didn’t

suit my tastes

i found things

that i

had yet

left to lose

i had a choice yes

but not to choose

i didn't realise

that within this device

it all adds up

if you count everything twice

so i counted

on my fingers

on my toes

both my ears

and my nose

and i

came up

short

diminutive in both

nature and stature

and the objects

those things

those toys

they had melted

in a future

i hadn't even

seen yet

Stream of Consciousnesssocial commentarysurreal poetry

About the Creator

Bren

“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me

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