Sounds

Written in 1999

The sound is unbearable;
It's too loud to think
Or to talk to someone.
The sound is everywhere,
We can't escape it;
It always finds us.
It blocks up hallways,
And permiates the rooms;
All the trees are swaying
Right along with its rhythm.
The sound is deafening
To our ringing ears,
And it has the strength
To drive us all insane.
It is bitter, yet sweet,
Hard, yet very, very soft.
It is a sound like no other,
Unique in its own right.
It is the sound of nothing,
The sound of silence;
Deafening, lonely, and mentally pressing.
It is silence.