The sound
like air raid sirens
singing their death bell cry.
Squealed howls fill the sky
like a chorus of wailing pigs.
Intense echoes,
screaming,
drowning
in agony,
all I can feel within me,
a lingering dread,
as my heart pumps
a drumbeat through my head.
The hum never goes,
It grows, on the air it flows.
Seeping into every pore.
Through your ears, up your nose.
It starts to make you ill,
no pill will stop its dreaded chill.
No medicine will stop
the way it makes your brain burn,
from the centre and then out again.
It's so loud.
Can you not hear
the sounds rushing around?
Is it my own personal concert?
An orchestra,
for an audience of one.
The endlessly shifting drone,
Mimics my movements
when I am alone,
It twists through
every nerve and bone.
Grinding them
into fine dust,
fragments of stone.
Alarms blaring,
the noise is wearing me down.
wearing me
like a sequin gown.
Ready to surprise
and dazzle the audience in town
but I'm down,
drowning under the pressure,
the constant nausea.
A sea of noise miles around me.
Just a drop in the ocean,
my bubbling groans,
as my lungs foam up
filled with deathly tones.
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