The people of the vent
Are rude and never clear,
Their voices mask confusion
Although the coast looks clear.
The people of the vent
Talk over one another,
Imposing louder voices
Over things like generators.
Their audiences are laughing,
And their machines are roaring;
If I listened all night long,
I'd be insane by morning.
But thankfully most nights,
I fall asleep by three-
And never hear the vent people
Still talking then at me.
Now though people of the vent,
I'm hearing very plain,
I have to make this clear:
They live INSIDE my brain.
The lovely SG said this is one of your best. And she is a smart woman, and very right. We always criticize ourselves, on top of the criticism we receive from others. It is human habit, but I suppose it keeps us grounded. Lovely write!
wow..this was really quite unique and thought provoking..i think i get u. Fantastic write..putting it on my favourites. Thanks for sharing..really enjoyed. -SG x
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I would like to translate this poem
This is an extraordinary poem, the flow of this poem was phenomenal! Truly captivating..........