Poetry

The Sound

Sometimes the world feels so loud.

Everybody is talking,

Nobody has anything good to say.

Heavy words are thrown carelessly

They slice at our skin,

Though they don’t cut as deep anymore.

It’s a verbal assault

With each syllable gaining velocity

I try to protect my ears from the attack as I whisper

Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, please.

 

Now there is silence,

And the world feels even louder.

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