The sound is silent.
Nothing fills the air.
Whispers in another room
could be heard.
The sound of cars fill the outside.
The distant sounds merge.
Then, out of nowhere.
The alarm.
The ringing that jars you from you deep
Slumber.
Anger, pissed off, why oh why does it
Happen now?
The bells at wentworth. . .
Aug 26/12
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