Dorms

Eternal rush of sound
overcoming every barrier
Pouring out of every crack is this
never ceasing rustle

The pounding enters
and pushes and wants back out
I won't let it.
It's mine

It pushes me forward
it drives me
controls me
uses me for its own device

I struggle for control
For command
for any hold to what I want
vapors

Simply whisps of air
running through my hair
tickling and elusive
and calling my name, wanting me to stay forever

Need control
things
are
far