Hidden Contemplation

Do you ever just get tired of the constant chaos around you? Sure you love the world...but don't you ever wish it'd just disappear for a bit? Can't it just lay off and be silent for a moment? Can't your family stop sceraming...your friends stop demanding?

I stand there, lost in thought.
I am silent, but my silence is loud enough.
There are no moments frozen and still,
no rest for emotions churning, turn, turn, and till.
I desire sleep, serenity, ease...
will this tumult and chaos never cease?!
My head pounding, my ears roar;
something within is rushing, back and forth.
Have you ever been sick, tired, and sour
with the busy noise and endless crowd?
Do your fake smiling lips part and sigh,
whilst all else scream and fight?
I love it, I'm sure...world, friends, family ties -
anything to the contrary would be lies.
I bask in their presence, affection, and time,
but I need space, distance - that which is mine.
How do I put it, when I've still not put it at all?!
Go away, stay away...'til your company I've called!
Are such demands or summons unreasonable?
Please, no! Or existence is not doable.
Perhaps I am selfish, rude, and unkind...
But I'm not ranting, angry, or oozing venomous spite.
Only this simple desire exists, easy and convenient -
pen, paper, music, and...their silence.

Author's Note

Yeah, this one is a few years old, too...I was just feeling so overwhelmed, because no one would ever let me be, and life just kept assailing me at every turn when all I wanted to do was sit down, and collect my thoughts, sort out my mind and emotions.