If my thoughts could be digitized
What would they say
Consider this
Lay down that pen, pencil, keyboard
Or any other means to which
Words find their way to print
For paper still remains
The only medium that listens
And then reflects back
The very words written
As the world grows louder
The voice inside my head
Finds solace in the breakdown
Of an aging nervous system
And quiet never felt so good
Many times I did try
While these failures
Could move mountains
But then there will always
Come a time when
The scales weigh heavy
In one sided judgment
Opening a vortex
To a personal apocalypse
Where the human side
Yields to something
Not of this world
And all that is left
Are the papers
Filled with words
Of an existence forgotten
Because nobody listens
Katovski©2014
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