(i)
there's no availing to prevail,
only the deafening sound,
quite dark & echoes.

(ii)
it's silent, the world is anguishing
in the depth of tunnel- where
nothing remains to revenant.

(iii)
I can't hear the outside
reverberation, of downing pills
of suffocation, It's been dead.

(iv)
only the blaring sound of my
inner parts, where it's blasting
to get apart.

(v)
I can hear it perfectly, the beating
of hearts; the swirling of notion
confined in my mind.

(vi)
it's late night, no one is here
to create noises, but who will
stop the inner turmoil?

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