Time

by Eric Y. Theriault

Noise
In my head
from wake to my bed
Distraction is the cure
But always temporary

Noise
Is always present
Though seems like a constant pitch
Perhaps it is a message I should hear
Perhaps it makes more sense?
No, it is just noise.

Noise
Sometimes it disappears
No distractions, Nothing near.
Then from the dark, there it is
Another, uncomprehendable sound.
Maybe I am not truly found.
Lost in my head

Noise
Wanting nothing more than silence.
Silence so that I can think.
Think enough to make some noise
Perhaps the noise is all my thoughts
All my unfiltered, thoughts
Un-Understandable to even me

Noise
Sings a melody I can’t play
Sings a melody I can’t comprehend.
Too many voices
Too many a sound
Will the source ever be found?

Noise
Constant streaming in my head
Constant shouting in my bed
I am not sure if it is something she said
But perhaps it is the silence that I dread?
Perhaps the sound does not exist
Only there to distract me from what I truly fear