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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My representation of a non-stop, annoyingly loud and obnoxious racket that can drive a person absolutely mad and desperate for some relief.

Submitted: July 29, 2018

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Submitted: July 29, 2018



It first started with a sound. Here and there, there would be a sound.

And especially when we could let our hair down, there was a bit more sound.

But then at some point, it wasn't just a sound anymore,  it became noise.

Noise that I wanted to escape but couldn't no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't until the end.

It was a noise that came my way because I was nearby. I could never get far enough.

And the farther I went, the louder the noise.

Too much fucking noise that I just wanted it to stop. 

I couldn't tune it out, I couldn't listen anymore. I was desperate.

I feared that my head would explode, I feared that I myself would begin to spout noise.

That was the last thing I needed.

So I whispered.

I whispered and that brought me silence.

Absolute silence.

A silence just as maddening as the noise.

I only wished for the volume to lower.

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