It is the city's
incessant pulsating chant,
the unremitting
rise and fall of decibels,
and the continuous throbbing of tones
that lacerates
the curtains of sleep,
penetrates
the minds deep canyons,
and aggravates
the soul's anxiety.
Even in the bright midnight,
when pools of darkness congeal
at intersections and parking lots
an endless hum stabs
at vibrating eardrums.
This poem is, also, posted in Writing in Snow, which is under Awardicon Items in my writing.com port.
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