Roanna - deep in the poetry mine finally

1.Midday

The midday dreams glare

and you blink,

focusing on

a faraway picture

in

Faraway land.

The sounds Scream

into your reality

but,

You care not

Finally finding the sense

in this

tumult.

2.Signs

The signs call out,

And I succumb

To this seduction.

Melancholy draws, and

Like an addict,

I cut open

The wound,

For fear it may close

Once for all.

3.The tune

The tune dances

Over and over

Untamable

Laughing

Louder

And louder

Like voices repeating

Stale conversations-

Filling overflowing vessels

The drops keep falling.