Lying awake, left alone again.
Listening to the sound of silence punctuated only by the sound of my own breath as it escapes this weary body.
The clock on the table ticks merrily away, blissfully unaware of the passage of time through it's hands.
Occasionally, comes a creak and moan from the settling of the house, wearing down as surely as those around us.
From the next room, the cat goes about her little games, lost in her own thoughts and desires.
The hum of electronics hovers on the edge of existance, a reminder of how our world is transforming.
From outside, the rain pours mercilessly from the leaden sky above, as if to say 'I too share in these feelings.'
As I lay back down, I listen once again to the silence.
The deafening silence...
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Comments
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Good write.
You created a some what sad picture, but is done really well.
I really like the first line opening best
'Lying awake, left alone again.'
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