Frustrated
Anger envelopes me in a novel way.
With each new day,
They find loopholes.
Noises grate at my eardrums.
I'm met with new fears,
Waiting on the day I'll hear...
I crave silence.
Noise with Colors
It meets my ears with kindness,
much more heartwarming than a hug.
My mind lies in a temporary silence.
My inner ear typically overflowed with melancholy,
Now buzzing with pleasure at the sound.
It is the only safe place I have left.
Sound
When it comes to you
My emotions mix,
You're either nerve-wracking or soothing;
I don't know which to choose.
Suddenly you appear,
similar to a ringing in my ear.
To calm, to irritate...
The choice is left up to you
Regardless of what I say,
Or do.
