The Industrial Revolution

Virginia Woolf

There is a roar inside my head
That no amount of quiet can cure.
I’ve tried.
I stopped all the ticking clocks
In the house
Only to be shadowed by raindrops
Flicking off the roof
In syncopated rhythms;
And ultimately the beating of my heart,
Loud, and then louder.

Can’t you hear the blood crashing
Through my veins
As you sit across the table
Half a world away?

Whispered promises spring from this room,
Revealing nothing but their incompleteness.
Too late they cry
And disappear forever
Stuck somewhere else in time.

It’s quiet for you, isn’t it?
Tuning out the unessential sounds…
If you could hear the hammers hitting metal
Inside my head,
You would put rocks in your pockets
And walk with me.

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

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