Sitting, the way I’ve always sat before.
Cacophony around me drowns it all
The inner noise renders the rest so small.
The pitter patter of the concrete shore,
and tidal waves of rubber pierce my core.
Those thoughts spill out as skin begins to crawl
yet still unsure of what was to recall.
It's... silent. I observe the tiny score.
The cut is minor, insignificant,
and yet it grows, part of a greater whole.
I try to mend it, smooth it with cement.
My hands crack, my body pays the toll.
It's ultimately insignificant.
It fades as I admire my final goal.