Tight to the Edges

Life, large and awfully real.
The constant din of it,
the shifting feet
and clatter of wheels,
screeching brakes, blaring horns,
the clacking of heels.
And then the voices,
questing, asking, questioning.
So much noise,
so much colour,
a world fuller and fuller.
She backs up against the wall,
flattens herself,
retreating from it all.
Panic now fully ignited,
she holds on tight to the edges.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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