It's 1 a.m. and music
blares--neighbors scream
for me to shut it off.
I yell just shut it out--
more to myself than them.
It's not easy blocking voices--
especially ones only
I can hear.
They don't exist
but neither does
my happy ending.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Havoc
PoetryEvery story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*
