I watch the sparrow, but can no longer hear its song. It seems everyone has something to say, and the noise now lives inside of me. Overwhelmed, I shake my head from side to side, but to no avail. I cannot break free. How I long to hear the sweet birdsong, but there's no more music for me. Nose pressed against the window, I search for color in the concrete jungle. The monotone landscape jails my creativity, so I flee this...
It's so noisy during the day When all the humans are out with their planes and their trains, trucks, guns, and boats How do you think during the day when all the humans are out playing music, sky-diving, motorcycle riding, talking real loud through surround sound How do you sleep during the day when all the humans are out power-washing windows and building new roads, yelling at children, and dogs and rogues. How do you...
She first noticed it when she awoke in the dead of night.A rasping sound which was growing louder as she listened.She nudged her husband beside her, but he didn't stir.Louder still and rumbling, increasing in volume until she could bear it no longer.She nudged him again, harder this time but still nothing.She covered her ears and pulled the pillow over her head.“Oh please God, make it stop!” she whimpered.But it didn't st...
The silence is what I hear every dayUnbroken sounds of whispers being heard from a distanceVoices of those I long to hear, yet are always so far awayA sound, a smash, or even a hello from a stranger to make the pain go awayYet each day returns to the beginningLike a never ending circle of unforgiving torment
