Pandemonium

Trying to listen to my soul,

Sounds are loud and cannot hold.

Feels like burning of the feet,

Spiny bleeding toe to heels.

Waiting for days to calm,

Nights to be misty and the moon to form.

Life delayed and doesn't respond,

Weather changes always with storms.

Callus at heart, emotions are gritty,

Sands in the palms, pebbles too prickly.

Darkness travels a path to rise,

Birds to chatter, sounds to drive.

Sounds of hearts trickle in nerves,

Waiting for silence to be heard.

Warmth in days and love in the sight,

Spreading of amity and ambience so light.

Where's the pandemonium?

What it is like?