NaPoWriMo: April 4 – Hear No Evil
Busy busy like a bee,
Noise always surrounding me,
Buzzing buzzing all the time
Makes me think I’ll lose my mind.
It’s hard to take it anymore,
Don’t think I’ll make it out the door
Of my external world of pain
That’s trying hard to shred my brain.
This hurt, this anger, every day
Is getting worse and I can’t say
That I will make it out alive
If I am forced to live this lie.
Pain pain pain pain in my head,
Now the noise wants me instead.
Knives knives burying themselves inside
The segments of my inner mind.
Cutting cutting cutting deep
And making me forget if sleep
Is help or hindrance to me now
That I can’t tell my up from down.
Constant constantly it drones
And makes me hurt and makes me moan
And forces me to figure out
If anything I write about
Is ever going to help me gain
Some sense of semblance here again.
The noise, the noise, it buries me.
It drives me to insanity.
And yet, the silence soothes my nerves.
It calms me. It restores the words.
Quiet. Quietly I stay
Here in this world of night and day.
The sun is harsh, the heat it burns,
But darkness, though it scares me, turns
The hum and bustle of waking hours
Into something that empowers.
I can do this if I just believe,
Tune out the noise, don’t panic,