I have grown use to the sickening sound of the sea,
Forever tossing and disturbing me
From a slumber in i wished never to return,
Never to awake-never to learn
That the sea was still there mocking me.
I have grown use to the deafening silence of the ice
And the droplets that on it like the rat-tat-tatting of the mice
In the house forever infested.
In the house of the never rested.
I will never grow use to the horrible sounds of the city
Which inspire in me nothing but pity
For the inhabitants that sold there soul
To the unforgiving, unmerciful sounds of the city
I liked the flow of this and its words that kept me reading until the end and that's what makes a good poem - one that we want to read. Nicely penned and a good write, keep them coming.
