Misophonia

Blood boiling and stomach churning
Muscles taught and tears burning
The humbling screech, it comes again
My body, my home, an oppressive pen

Like a wounded animal, I’m trapped
Ensnared, my wits are forcefully unwrapped
From around my curled fingers
Stuck in a fist to a sound that lingers

Oh, Death, please make me free
Free me from the source or rob me of me
One thread by one I am unbound
My life torn to shreds by one defeating sound.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I read this as if the subject wasn't merely a general phobia of sound, but more specifically a phobia of audible communication alerts (phone ring, messenger alert, etc., etc..).

Technology tends to have prison like, and sometimes, even tortuous effects on us the more we rely upon it. This is not an obscure observation by any means but it is a frequently ignored one; it seems more and more to be the case with each generation's passing.