noise is not kind to me.
It starts with the sounds around me.
there's a loud voice, I hear it
there's a whisper and some mumbling two seats away from me, I hear it
I hear it all and it is so so loud.
there's a click of a pen,
a chair is scraping across poorly placed flooring
a clock is ticking on a wall somewhere, each second a taunt
someone is still whispering
it occurs to me that it is too loud here , it's so so loud
I, myself, am too loud
My breathing is labored to my ear
My chest is moving too fast, I can hear it thumping , impossibly loud
there's a burning sensation in my face , I can hear that too
its sizzling and popping in my cheeks like carbonated cherry cola
my skin is crawling, it sounds like spider legs clicking against the floor
I can place my hands against my ears but the white noise is loud too
the voice , the whispering, clicking, scraping, breathing, sizzling, screaming
I excuse myself , it's just so so loud here
YOU ARE READING
A series of poems by Beccah
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I've written over the years. It's my favorite form of literature. I just need a place to put it all, so enjoy :)
