Sound Made Silent

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Formally from a place of silent nights

New to a home of nights filled with sound

You wonder where those sirens are going,

Who they are for,

And that hopefully everything will be all right.

It truly is amazing

How quickly these alarms

Have fallen into the back of your mind

As they drift through your window –

These thoughts never occurring again.

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