Noise

They’re talking to me but suddenly they’re not

Sharp and cutting a voice, now sinking and drowned out

Word after word stringing along with sentences

And I look on with third-person lenses

Wander on, I do, creating a silence of my choice

As I walk on and lost, surrounded by noise

Chatter outside, chatter in

Silence seldom maintained, much to my chagrin

Creative, effective, new form of torture

The intensity of the cutting fuzz growing larger

Wishing I could maintain a calm, undisturbed poise

And forget that all that surrounds me is noise

Being pushed, being pulled right and left

Sounds and screeches and reminders of much that remains to heft

Treacherous games of manipulation

Speeding train of thought barely stopping at the run-down station

Questions asked, left unanswered

Shutting down, nothing seen, nothing heard

A hand’s reach from what is known as a breaking point

Shattering bones held together by a cracking joint

A sense – of temporary equipoise

Of power, but what in reality overcomes me is the noise.