A CRY FOR HELP ISN’T ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD (I)

She’s the girl in the bright red headphones

walking through the crowded streets.

The music drowns out the greying landscape;

the people around her merge,

blur into a white-washed wind.

The music drowns out what her eyes can see

But it might as well be a breath in the deepest ocean

Compared to the silence in her head …

 

There’s now a second poem in this series, so click here if you want to check it out!

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