Listen

Bombarding me at work,
hear them clamor,
the voices,
rising.

A craven noise,
demanding,
selfish.

They need to,
listen.

Days off are absent rest,
every second,
is fleeting,
precious.

I grasp at them,
desperately,
in vein.

No time to,
listen.

Meditate

Listen,
to my heart.

Calmly,
I reach down,
and find my breath.

Forget,
the clamor,
the ticking clock,
and find that inner voice.

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