by Faracathy Brown

Created on: October 02, 2008   Last Updated: October 13, 2008

If i could just be alone

i pray for a moment of solitude

a break from the repetitive noise surrounding me

the talk of others sounds like the screeches of tortured animals

in contest to die first

if i could have refuge from the confusion

wondering how somewhere , where there is no honking

there is nothing interesting ,nothing worthwhile

how much meaningless chatter can be forced into an instance

i dread the loudness , the constant berating of my ears

the persistent voices questioning and answering themselves

and i understand how a man is driven mad

i understand why people end their own lives

the desire for silence

for solitude

but i wonder if their voices arent loud enough to penetrate my grave

if beneath the six feet of soil , and the wood of my casket

i would still hear them

deep in the earth , where the lava flows

and satan breaths his heavy breath across my already sweltered skin

i would still hear them

if i could kill them would it be worth it

they are ony replaced everyday by more , and more

useless people

meaningless people used to determine menaingless decisions

if i could i would go away

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