Every Sound

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

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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20 Responses to Every Sound

  1. You have me hearing that bone-chilling sound from Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho in my mind. ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. 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. ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. 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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