Jackhammer
If you could hear what I do
You would surely have your fill
For I’ve spent the past few hours
Being blasted by a drill.
They’re tearing up the street outside
And that incessant noise
Does much more than just annoy –
Your concentration it destroys.
I cannot hear my music
And believe I’m on the brink
Of relinquishing the brain cells
That I need to stop and think.
There are sounds that are acceptable
But others make you crack
Like the jackhammer outside
Which feels akin to an attack!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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