Defeat
- Lavanya Acharya
- Apr 2
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 7
I'm angry
at myself
at the world
at pain
and at noise;
at the futility of my attempts
to live without pain.
It is no longer pain
but an extension of my existence
presenting itself as noise
and chaos
in my body
getting louder and Louder
and Louder and LOUDER
until
by the end of the day
I have no capacity to perceive
anything else but the chaotic white noise
enveloping me
in a shell that isolates
me
from the outside world.
Turn off the lights.
Give me a quiet space.
I'm sorry I'm sorry
I can't be a person right now.
I'm sorry I'm sorry
I know it's hard to understand
but, I've run out of Personhood for the day
and I'm just a bag of
Noise that needs to finish
it's song.
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