This empty noise.

Barges into my unwelcome ears.

This noise.

The monotonous crack of crackers.

Marking time like dripping tapwater.

Empty noises that echo in the empty walls of my mind.

The sound of Celebrations?

Hollow.

This noise meant to bring joy.

Echoes.

This empty noise banging on my ear drums,

making me want to clutch my temples.

The screams of me, me, me

Arising from empty throats

Gasping like their last breaths

Hunger in their eyes

This empty noise

This greed

This hunger

I shut my eyes.

And my mind.

In my wakeful sleep.

MVJ Simon. Nov. 2010