“Noise” - Oliver Lees


What whispers stir
the misty air,
what sounds disturb
the sky so fair

What echoes tremor
with resounding girth,
what bellows shake
within the earth

These are the sounds
of hopes gone by,
the dwindling songs
of dreams that died

Dreams which outlasted,
both wish and prayer
leaving nothing, but
the voice of despair

The shaky screams
of lost intent
of forgotten purpose
of time’s repent

They fill the earth
in every void
but to you, and I
It’s naught, but noise.


Oliver Lees is an English and an American citizen. He loves to write, perform magic, and play soccer. He hopes to one day be a juvenile counseling psychologist and to get his writing published.