White Noise

On the edge of an ocean, I sit
soaking up the white noise
of crashing waves–
trying to seep the silence
into my bones, old and weary,
weighing down this young body.
Mistaken for another me,
a past life I lived
before I knew what a future was.
When at your feet, I begged,
thinking you could hear
the child you should have given up;
there were no deaf ears turned
only blind eyes to a broken world–
I sit in the midst of youth.

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