It could be due to evolution;
Drawn to the loudness; to be alert, tend the perceived threat and danger.
There is plenty to feel threatened about.
I've little interest in pointing a finger towards fault; as if blaming
would calm dread.
Even as I cloak chill with better recall
Distraction is environmental grappling’s for attention, the quieter voice
get drown out.
Who has no experience?
with being made invisible by noise?
I'd be remiss to shrug it off muttering that is the way of it, moving along with self imposed task; an
empty respite.
I am pained by abandoning treasures.
Even as I convince myself, in circumspect, life eventually and ultimately
has us all abandon what we've gathered; when it comes our time to leave.
I resist surrendering to indifference; to lose the wonder and delight in
what I've discovered and chosen to keep.
I protest hypnotism by the immediate, reminding my beloved of the
satisfaction of being near
feeling desire to be close
since warmth of heart is so very rare
yet constantly ached for
That welcomed oasis of consideration,
to relax in
untethered, deep cherishing
so vivid and palatable I am prodded to utter
I miss your touch, even if it were just
a passing moment
I felt thrill when I was present.
I am not unhappy, but dissatisfied I can't have always
delighting in laughter
humbled by tears
time once was
They were as close as my next drawn breath
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