This

This bed never stops squeaking

These politicians never stop screaming

This guy next to my door, never stops masturbating

These dogs never stop howling

This world never stops judging

This night never stops daunting me

These hands never stop writing

This mind never stops thinking... of you

And you never stop making me high 

Reviews

[Eric Pudalov]

Ooh...so much going on in this poem - many intense feelings at once! I like that you alternate between literal and figurative "noise," as in squeaking and screaming, and then move to "judging" and "daunting." This world can really feel that way at times, can't it?