Buzz

buzz, buzz, buzz
the sound that never stops
the unpleasantly loud and penetrating sound that goes on and on, and on, and on... and on
the annoying noise which seems to remind me of a lively place,
a place full of motive for living
and a healthy capacity for vigorous activity,
a point where all I could see was a reflection of light so bright as to make me unsighted as to where I was really headed
this brightness that had seemed to be stemming from dreams of a joyous future, actually led to constant conformation
These are sad memories. Yes??
when you think of what you could've been... Should've been...
And how your choices have led to a life that lacks liveliness
there is no well expressed, pleasurable ending to this writing
it always ends there,
in the darkness of the memories
and that is where I will also leave it,
in the darkness of the memories...
this is what comes to mind every time I hear the sound
buzz, buzz, buzz
the sound of the immemorial refrigerator my grandmother bought ages ago.
©givenm