Unconscious consciousness

In my half consciousness, the sounds that I hear in the night are of the passing trains and the barking dogs. Of course, there are the other sounds, of the traffic passing by and the sounds of the neighbourhood ‘Chinese whispering’ into our home. But none as crystal clear as these two.

Dogs
They fight
Over their territory
They think they own
And then they are reminded
That it doesn’t belong to them
By stones that come hurling toward them

Trains
Pass By
On their way
Through to another land
Carrying distant hopes through here
Hopes of meeting lost lovers again
But the hope remains while life continues

In my consciousness, the sounds that I hear in the night are the other sounds, of the traffic passing by and the sounds of the neighbourhood ‘Chinese whispering’ into our home. Of course, there are the passing trains and the barking dogs. But not as crystal clear as the others.

Traffic
Passing by
The sound lingers
Until replaced with another
Like memories that fade out
And then wait to be replaced
Sometimes the cycle breaks making memories eternal

Sounds
That permeate
Through these walls
And into our lives
Bring with them complications unwanted
But Chinese whispers kill the complications
And what we hear isn’t what is

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Update: A note on the writing style of the above pieces - each one of them comprise of lines carrying one extra word than the previous line.