Noise
Such a small place, so much noise.
Finding it so hard to maintain my poise.
Somebody save me! Save me from this cacophony.
Treat me with nothing less than a sweet symphony.
It may be a smallville but it definitely needs some order.
I need a noble. Maybe the man from Krypton. A noise bender. Korra?
Silence is far. So far away from me.
I need an alternative. Something more pleasant.
An aural sedative. A composed depressant.
A while ago, I found my cure. I needed a dose of music.
But I tuned into a wrong frequency and now, all I hear is static.
“Hold on”, they said. “Do not panic.”
But they don’t understand my condition. Drugged with mental poison. My neural arsenic.
This concoction of sounds like scrambled beacons.
A shockwave messing up my mind; producing deceptions and cons.
It’s a whole new level and no sign of the end.
Lots of mixed signals. Even Fourier can’t comprehend.
Here’s my last note:
Somebody help me! I need an antidote.
Copyright © Kay Dadson | Year Posted 2015
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