Poems by Rhys Pritchard

There is no sound,
so I play some music.
My phone breaks: the night remains still.
Everything is terribly transparent.

There is no sound,
so I shout something.
My voice dies: the night remains still.
Everything is frighteningly opaque.

I kick a wall.
There is no sound.
There is no wall.
There is a night
Yet not a day.
I am not real
There is no proof.
There is no sound,
So I
                                                  I wish it was raining.