Bottle of Quiet


Though the day
has been long
it's still
incomplete
life screaming
too much noise
so I reach for a bottle of quiet
and wait

Time
takes its time
to reach the point of silence
as thoughts race
from my mind
to my hands
as I pour another drink

Words
perspectives
and opinions scream that I'm somehow
addicted
I'm not
I just need the world to stop calling my name
to give me some measure
of peace
if I had this
I would stop
but the world keeps turning
and turning
and turning
never to stop
so I deal with the noise of everyday
with my choice of solace

Nice poems : .