there is
a sound
in the back
of my
head
that screams
for the children
of today.
it is a scrapping sound,
a grinding hum
that
starts
at the back
of the skull
and moves forward
with tenacity.
it settles
in the
place
where
my compassion
hides
and it growls
at the
wasted
world
we will
leave behind.
it is a troubling sound
like a syringe
being
dragged
along the glass,
pricking
the skin
when it completes
its
course.
mostly,
it
happens
when i
watch
the news.
so i no longer
turn on
the
television.
it also happens
when i
see people
drunk
or
high,
fighting
to get
away
from
normalcy.
so i
don't
drink
or
get high.
at night,
when i'm
getting ready
to
drift off
to sleep,
i hear
the sound
as the dream
takes me
away.
i hear it
right now
as the
heater
kicks in
and
a plane
flies low
overhead.
i hear it
in tiny
voices
all
across
the
earth.
they wonder
why
nothing
seems
normal.
i hear it
through
the walls
and
in the
pit
of my
stomach.
they can't understand
why we've
become
this way.
i hear it
right now
as i
lower my
head
and
forget
the words
to
broken
hymns.
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