Like nails on a chalkboard
Or glass shards
Churning in a blender
My ears bleed
And my mind cries
At the torrent of noise
How do these creatures live?
Surrounded by such clamor
Slamming doors
No inside voice
Such an endless din
That drives my thoughts away
A moment of silence
Terrifying and unclear
Almost like a knife
Tearing at my chest
Anxiety that the quiet will shatter
With an echoing screech
Legends of Windemere 
I feel your pain.
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Thanks. 🙂 think I’m at the point where getting quiet and solitude is a pipe dream.
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Trust me I understand. But at least I get it (mostly) when I’m home.
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That’s where I want it. No space at all around here. Seems to have been exceptionally worse this week.
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Nowhere you can get away enough to hide and escape the noise?
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Not really. If I go to the library then I get a load of guilt about leaving and a few times someone has headed over to bring me back. If I go into NYC with a friend then I come back to hearing about all the chaos that ensued while I was gone. So escaping tends to result in me coming back to a worse situation and becoming more stressed than before.
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Sorry. Wish I could fix it for you. I know how hard it is.
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Thanks. I wish I could fix it too. Everyone seems to think I can do it, but it’s become a screwed no matter what situation. Funny thing is that most people think I’m complaining about the toddler.
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Well you saw my rant last week.
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I believe so. Last week was a blur with the trip, the storm, the family drama on both sides. I’ll go back and look.
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It is under random. Unnecessary stress
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I didn’t catch that. I’ll give it a look now. I had no wifi in Buffalo for most of the trip.
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You have me hearing that bone-chilling sound from Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho in my mind. 🙂
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That’s crossed my mind a few times.
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I’m on edge just reading the poem. It’s hard when everyone just can’t get enough of us and leave us the bloodly hell alone for a bit. 🙂
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I know. It gets worse when being anywhere in the house isn’t an escape from the noise. This is a reason I hate winter too. Everyone is cooped up and getting edgy.
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I totally understand. Space? Can a guy just get a little space!! Time for a full on blow. That otta send them to their corners for a bit. Nothing like Dad having ENOUGH! 🙂
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It doesn’t work around here. I blow and then I’m left too angry to do anything.
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Wow, this is a really powerful, sometimes it almost feels as though we are caged animals when we are cooped up in the house with a bunch of people, even if they are ones that we love.
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Very well put. I definitely have the caged animal feeling.
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