A Poem

OK, Ok here is a new post...you asked for it.

Cocoon, cover me
computer buzzing, TV blasting, baby mointer boasts
white noise at me, I soak it in
silence is too loud
I don't want my synapse to be crossed
I don't want my breath to fill my lungs
I pull Lucinda's heavy blankets up over my head...they whisper evil in my ear
Jesus save me...that blinking sign says you will!