Affected

I am an affected man.
I have no castle
to speak of
and I cannot shun the ambiance.

Subtle noises
jar and shake
me out of my rhythmic thought.
Disturbances
pervade my inner self.
They cause my head
to crumple and writhe.

I am caught in the throes of multitude.

I cannot vanish
as I so would adore.
There is no room left
for a common maniac
like myself
to find
a simple, little corner of solitude.
But I suppose a corner isn’t enough.
I want entire planets of serenity.

I vibrate madly at the mere thought
of any encroachment.
Machines hum.
People grunt and speak
in discordant vain.
It creeps into me.
It is distractions like these
that I can no longer stand to bear.

I must be severely affected.

Reconciliation
is no longer an option.

All I want
is some goddamn peace and quiet.

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

Now I know I am not the only one who craves SILENCE! My favorite noise - silence. I just wanted you to know that I can 100% relate to the words in this poem. You take a deep look into distraction and speak well of how you just need silence!

[Lady S]

I can definatly identify w3ith this feeling!

[Sparrow]

Get out of my head!