ISOLATION
In the soft silence of the night,
I can hear its nearing blight.
Constant ringing, chronic humming,
loud, obnoxious, steady drumming
making its way toward my brain.
Am I going crazy or am I going sane?
Maybe it's this world descending.
Maybe it's my own life ending.
I can feel my mind just petering
while my life is teet-teet-teetering.
All of this incessant damage,
I can't handle; I can't manage.
Yet, without it, I find I yearn.
(It's a cycle-just turns and turns).
I must touch it, feel its vibration.
It's loud, this utter isolation.
