Crowded Out (Poem)

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Crowded Out

How Deafening

   the sounds

Filling each

   and every

Room. Occupied

   with auditory

trespassers encrouching

   upon me!

My ears--

   distracted, humming

others nonsense

   Crowds, 

my Head.

 

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A room of one's own...

          But where can I find my place?

All the rooms are gone.

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