6.26.18 | this feels familiar

standing still.
ear pressed to the door,
I've been here before,
caught up in a war.
it makes my heart beat more
and more and more.
desperation kicks in and suddenly I'm
trying to listen through the floor,
but it's no use.
a loud crash,
and hushed voices,
but still,
the house is filled
with noises.
what was that sound?
what are they saying?
footsteps and keys jingling,
faucet turned on,
it's been five hours,
shouldn't this be over?
I left for awhile,
but clearly,
awhile wasn't long enough.
between the tension piercing the air
and the silenced whispers,
I'm unsure which is more
deafening.

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