All the noise,
So obscene and blinding.
But the silence is louder.
We’re all so used to the white noise.
When the noise finally stops,
The dead sound is so deafening we all just stop.
Then we have to interrupt it because it is all so unnerving and rare,
It’s like it wants to crush us all.
Silence is so rare nowadays,
There’s always some sound there.
The chirping of birds,
Hum of cars,
Music blaring. . .
Sometimes I wonder what everything was like
Before noise was even invented.
© Amelia Jacobson 2017
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