Not So Loud

The noise is deafening 
It swarms about
Like trapped minnows in a bowl
Feeding on growing insanity [a parisite]
Hands hold a head
Trying to block out 
The swarm of angry wasps
Growing louder
With each beating second of butterfly wings
A scream joins the chorus
Cutting through the salty waves of sound
With thick ridged ice
Leaving silence in its wake
Almost as boisterous as the beginning had been
Screams sound again [more clearly]
peircing the reality 
Pulling to the shadows to watch
The screams echo over
In the mind
A battelfeild of claustrophobia
Pulling out hair [with insanity]
Screaming in the silence
For something thats not so loud
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Yates Avatar
July 8, 2009 at 7:12 PM
Amazing so intense and very descriptive... You had my heart racing... Great write!
Martin Avatar
June 11, 2009 at 11:14 AM
hmm.. it sounds more like a hangover maybe? lol. uhh, I felt like that when I went to a concert.. i was sick but it was for free and my dad wanted to go. so he took me and my brother... i suffered greatly with a blazing headache. haha. Enjoyed your poem. thank you for your comments. -brit
Loveless Avatar
June 11, 2009 at 10:46 AM
I'm not really sure. I just know it was REALLY loud there. and then the noise stopped. and it felt even louder. i think i was writing this with a headach. like...this is kinda how i feel when i get my migrains, or when i get clausterfobic...im not really sure though.
Anish Avatar
June 11, 2009 at 10:35 AM
I did see Black Sabbath once and was it loud! Interesting write - where is the noise coming from in your poem? | Yours Matthew Anish
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