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White Noise

February 1, 2023
By lxevndrk GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
lxevndrk GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
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White Noise

The quiet;

My childhood fear.

Fifteen minute commercials lit up my television at 3 am,

People speaking constantly

Even while I slept. 


The whir of a fan,

The song of a bird on a summer afternoon,

The drip of a faucet,

They meant solitude.


I didn’t get over my fear.

One doesn’t wake up,

Comforted by still air

After hating it all their life. 


It changed with me,

My scope of silence narrowed. 


The whir of a fan, 

The song of a bird on a summer afternoon, 

The drip of a faucet,

I can find peace with. 


I fear being lonely.

Letting quiet mean solitude,

Is losing all safety in my own presence

That I’ve worked so hard to achieve. 


The quiet;

The fear I left in childhood. 



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