The sound

Is loud

It’s everywhere

He can hear it

Inside his chest

In his ears

With every heart beat

There’s no retreat

But he can’t feel

His own feet

He can’t run away

From something within

To anywhere, without!

He can’t make out

The words, the voices

They’re trying

To tell him something

In their own language

Can you silence a sound?

Look around

Go round, and round

Fall down


To a deep


Count the sheep

You can’t keep

That which is not yours

You only reap

What you sow

It’s the end

Of the show

The sound is gone

You’re alone


Even the disturbing sound

Had given you

Some company

So what’s all that about?

Does it “sound” right?

It’s only “selftalk”

Does it have to make sense?

No matter

How it “sounds”

What goes around

Comes around

So we’ve been told

By the old

And now

You may go back

To your deep



About The Soaring Eagle

Entrepreneur, Investor, Solution Architect, Award-winning poet, Published author
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