[Poem] Breakthrough

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Beaten by noises the senses weaken

Children at play

Music from a few houses away

A television’s uproar

vapourize in, through barred window(s)

Assaulted by

 Pounding rains

Telephone rings

Mail alerts

Whatsapp pops

Messenger pings

Twitter trammels

The writer writes

Ofttimes pure drivel

I lock a gregarious me

In a tower of black and white 

Immured, however late the hour

To unlock, unleash a tale

 For the world to devour

Like a solitary hermit

I withdraw

I cede my share of delight

I plunder personal time

Combat exhaustion and sleep

No ties with the world is too deep

Friends can wait, so can family

At the Altar of Perfection

In the service of fiction

The first heads to roll

Are sadly the closest

Tagged a narcissistic self-centered anarchist- 

 I am, but a simple misunderstood idealist.