1138 Poem by Faith Duston

At this point my ears seem to be repulsed
By the one thing on this planet
That has never left me alone
They tune out the music
They tell me to turn it off
But I can't bear the silence
Its deafening

My thoughts will spin without regard
Down a rabbit hole

My eyelids are out of my control
Closing involuntarily
While my mind says no
No

Drifting slowly but surely
Into twilight slumber
My grip on conscience
Slipping
Away