its difficult to hear you
through the din
i kinda hear you
wanting to be near you
but the air is too thin
and the noise is too loud
and i too be impossibly proud
Unattentive
to your warning signs
And impervious to my own
another glass of wine
and i'll be just fine.

Every sound
Is nails on a chalkboard
The crunch of chips
The droning of the TV
Barking dogs
Everything
Makes all my muscles tense
So tight
And fills me with anger
At everything
Making me want to scream
At the top of my lungs
Just to get some
Peace and quiet

Maybe,
I keep telling myself,
If I keep writing
Perhaps
I can quiet
Just a fraction
Of the deafening
Raucous
In my head

Words
Are so incredibly amazing
They can organize thought
Human thought!
From neural jumbles
To cohesive communication
With words
We can make sense
Of all the noise
Rumbling, bumbling, stumbling
Around in our minds

NOISE does unfair,
disturbs everywhere.
Even at workplace,
at home makes restless.
With only tortures and pains,
this noise makes no sense.

NOISE breaks focus,
annoys, irritates us.
Freezes our mind,
blowing noisy winds.
By giving only pains,
this noise makes no sense.

But,
NOISE of war,
shows end isn't far.
Noise of deads,
shows life's dark shades.
Showing our offense,
this noise makes sense.

Why are we all so deaf?
Why don't we hear?
He SCREAMS at us
To get our attention

One drop of rain
Lands on your nose
You brush it off
And curse at it

We live
We breathe
But we are all so deaf
We ignore and hate

Something amazing
Is right in front of us
Trying so hard to get our attention
But we put in our headphones
And walk away

I couldn't focus today.
It was awfully loud.
I wish they would turn the volume down.

The sky was dark.
Why didn't it rain?

When the fog clears,

Maybe Father will come home again.