By Benjamin Shapiro
I sometimes need

A dark, quiet day

Drapes drawn 

Sounds banished away 

To find some piece

Deep inside 

Beneath static

It likes to hide

Like white noise spirits

Yearning to be heard

Caged within 

Like a bashful bird

That sings sweet songs

Pleasant to ears

A melancholy tune

That only I hear

But is drowned out

By the day to day

And needs to be heard

Lest it float away.

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