Year 3 Diploma in Mass Communication

Module: Creative Writing – Poetry

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today i lost

my little black box

 

around me i see

the three wise monkeys

they surround me, yet i

float alone, a sole cloud

 

all they hear is

the blood-soaked screams

the voices of sirens

ten thousand miles away

 

while the whispers

by their ear

follow them to sleep

left behind in their dreams

 

i should be free

a wise monkey no more

rid of pandora’s box

yet i

 

suffocate

ears unprotected

from this shrill silence

amidst the sea of white noise