Sounds Softly Spoken Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

Sounds softly spoken,
A sharp close in naturally leaves,
So un sweetly, it’s just so shrill,
On and on, goes the drill.

Such an old thought, it seems
To hide.
Maybe it’s a lie?
So clean and new, it takes away
A dream.
When can I leave?

Such a lie, it’s so
Rightly divine.
Is it time?
An old thoughtless thought, and maybe
I’m caught.
It’s so dark, am I lost?

On and on it never stops,
I might dropp and loosely lie,
And probably hide deep so far away,
Please don’t stay, for it’s the end of the day.