On The Ropes

A chaotic cacophony
constantly whines
like an analogue TV
just off the channel —
enough to drive
you insane.

Tempers are taut
like tightrope wires
waiting to trip up
and garrote anyone
who’s up for
a fight.

I’ve already gone
ten rounds today.
I’m doing my best
to stay out the way.

Privacy’s now obsolete
when there’s no place
to go, no way to be
alone, without question,
“What you doing?”

I’m doing my best
to stay out the way.
I’ve had enough
for today.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day7

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