White Noise

On the edge of an ocean I sit–
soaking up white noise,
crashing waves,
seeping silence
into old bones,
too weary for this body.
At your feet I begged,
but only deaf ears
and blind eyes
turned to this broken world–
I still sit in the midst of youth.

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