The Noise

A wall

a big, rolling, moving, gonna-get-you wall

of noise

of noise of every person

and their thoughts

and their emotions

and their judgement

bundling towards me like a juggernaut

enveloping me with every single frequency

sometimes words jump out of the chaos, sometimes just becomes one

glass fragment of conversation, a word here and there and then just

chaos, cacophony

Symphony of my nightmares

I wonder what it’s like

imagine not feeling the wall of noise

not being taken over in mind, body and spirit by it

I try to remember that somewhere in the chaos

somewhere embedded into the noise

somewhere there’s sense.