Days without end <br />Thats how it feels when u r alone <br />I know so many people. 5 times more than most. <br />So much to take care of <br />Often i am the Host <br /> <br />So many patterns that repeat <br />Never time to retreat <br />And then she floats into my consciousness <br />In a moment of sweet reflection <br /> <br />And i grin then i smile then i frown <br />i have to sit down <br />Looking out from the 59th floor of Steve Wynn's hotel <br />I could feel so many things <br /> <br />But i only feel one thing <br />The screaming white noise of silence <br />deafening my eardrums <br />shouting down at my heart <br /> <br />No sweet little girls voice on the other end of my phone. <br />Another day of melancholia and murmurs. <br />Another day of crying for attention to deaf ears <br /> <br />Beau Golden<br /><br />BEAU GOLDEN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crying-for-attention-to-deaf-ears/
