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Overload

March 6, 2010

The city screams,
pounding my windows,
scrabbling at dreams
until sleep becomes
one more soundscape,
one more labyrinth
of information, people,
places I see
without registering,
meaningless static
flooding down synapses,
leaving me filled
with nothing.

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2 comments

  1. This poem captures most of the feelings and experiences that I have had with cities…such a wonderful poem….I truly love what you have done here.


    • Thank you very much.



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