Output The Noise Poem by Sarah Nugent

stars turn to clouds
whithering in its differences
anything to lead the slowing days
is a savior
always hoping to get back to deep sleeping
dark slits of hurtfull words
towering snickering everywhere
darkness becoming the answer
hours of ignorance and arrogence
prying for that helpful hand
kicking out the gorging vultures
picking and tearing at the confidence
smashing up the walls of optimism
take the units not caring the damage
smoking filled lungs beating wildly
opening and closing that vibrating box
shreak of fear and pain pang inside

All is silence
toe to head in filth of a car engine
blood clotting a machine bodied heart
breathes quickening
limbs pulsing its last movement
gone..
gone where the daylight has disappeared
gone where the sound is made

Gone where the screams of a young boy had his life taken