In the midst of Noises

In the midst of noises, I cannot think straight

All I can imagine is a chaotic scene in my head

A scene with ups and downs, and twists and turns

Forming a rhythmic structure and a zigzag maze

A peaceful soul was captured and trapped

In the noises of the people around

In a blank space between day and night

All I can hear are the noises they create.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I would literally go crazy if I was in a noisy place. I live in the wilderness & I cherish the peacefulness here. Your poem describes it so well, how crazy I feel when there's too much noise. It seems there are too many people on this planet & they are all shouting to be heard & acknowledged, but so many are talking and too many are not listening. Your message symbolizes this human plague, subtly between the lines (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie