Their voices turn to a background hum,
A mindless noise.
The words lose their value,
Nothing but
The buzzing of flies against a windowpane.
She closes her eyes,
Lets the meaningless prattle
Lull her to sleep.
She’ll wake up when
Something worthwhile is said.
Ha.
She’ll be asleep for a million years.
© 2020 Leona Petrovic
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Great poem! I feel like I’ve been sleeping for a million years lately lol!
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Me too haha.
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