Muffled tones and hushed moans,
Ears ringing behind closed cones.
Selfish chatter with mirrored echoes,
Empty thoughts and cavernous walls.
Verses cry in soft waves through
Hollow chambers of cancelled noises.
Blocking the world’s sounds,
Hushing life’s sondering glances
We hide in here to save ourselves.
But who saves these self-serving thought
No one. Nobody. It says.
But that lever of breaking free
From these closed cones
With muffled tones and hushed moans.