Utopia Has No Sound

Utopia Has No Sound

When the noise grows
louder
louder
louder
and thoughts twist inside my head
It’s the piercing burn
That sounds the alarm
To evacuate the cacophony
And center my mind

The pain is sweet and comforting
the
warm
ache
calms
I am sanely paralyzed
It stings me
ironically
numb
Until the storm clouds pass
And I can breathe for a while

I know it will come again
This cycle
A perfect circle
Perhaps it is a gift
That inspires the disturbed poet
Who will share profound depth
And I’ll be a rat in a maze
Watch me run