Noise to some, can be pleasure to another.

What may be music to the ear of one

can cause tension and pain in others.

This is a subject that I must think on,

For can’t you see, it’s the noise that bothers me.

Oh, so selfish that this wretch, I call me

That its not the noise that troubles me.

I must dig deeper and search my soul

for the true cause of my turmoil.

Oh, how bitter I must be

When I see children laughing…

and I lament, “ bothers me.”

What kind of monster, am I ,

That I become upset to hear a child cry?

How miserable I must be

When I despise the sound of someone

Being happy.

Surely, I must self examine

And discover the secret to my misery.

If I think long and hard… think, I cannot.

Too much noise surrounds me…

But wait, for I did pray….and now

there is silence, for I hear no sound.

 Oh, what peace this must be.

Stone cold silence… I am at last free.

But Lord… Lord, I cannot hear!

This is not what I meant it to be.

for now It’ the quiet that drives my fear.

Oh, how, I miss the sound that was a part of me…the sound of life.

The sounds, that I so casually said caused me strife.

Never happy! This wretch of me !

I prayed for peace and quiet,

And it was Silence that He granted me.

Oh woe, is me!