static poem about noise by Kaaya Faye

Shrill and loud
Sounds every man’s words,
Every woman’s laughter,
And, every child’s play.

Such galling sound
Music to some ears,
Symphony to others’.
For me, a trying a mayhem.

Wishing to be a homehound
Slumping in silence,
All by myself.
But, nay!

As I reach the house,
I listen to a hundred,
A thousand, a million sounds
Gushing into my way.

Amid bangarang abound,
I lie down silently,
As the noises empty me,
Motionless I stay.

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