Scalded and withered
I am scalded
and withered
By noise
Like hot coffee
Thrown carelessly
On hopeful grass.
My life is dumped on
And destroyed in an
instant
Of crass ignorance
And abusive noise
assault.
My life
And all possibility
Is crushed,
Lost,
Harmed,
Tortured
In a torment
Beyond description.
Noise breaks me up
into pieces.
It invades my every
cell.
It twists and screams
and writhes around my nerve pathways
Leaving them high
pitched and demented
Screeching down the
nerve cells like a banshee
Shaking me apart from
within
My muscles expand,
contract, collapse,
unable to sustain
holding me together.
Pain explodes, stabs,
jerks, burns me inside and out.
My mind is confused
in a cacophony of autonomic chaos.
My limbs, my face, my
eyeballs, even my eyebrows, are totally paralysed.
Noise, simple,
rumbling, grumbling, tinkling, screeching, thundering, slamming,
banging, crashing, noise
Is my jailer,
My torturer,
My controller,
My destructor.
And despite my best
efforts
There seems to be
nothing I can do
To stop the
bombardment and destruction
That goes right to
the heart of ME.
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