Orators in my Head
Orators in my head
Have no manners
Talking all at once
They rattle with words
The jittery winged
Roaches rustle in the muck
Do I free them from their torment
Keep them from a muddy grave
My end of day frequency makes them scramble
Resisting the taste of my voice, they take flight
Their torn broken wings flapping fast making
Slanted silhouettes as they slip out of sight
A muted buzz follows the wind through the trees
Sleep is now a whisper away
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The first two lines are funny and relatable! Images are wonderful. Glad all the talking buzzes off and leaves you with a whisper into sleep!
Thanks so much for reading this one and for your comments. I appreciate your sharing very much!