Life of Noise

Posted on February 9, 2020 by Charles Yallowitz

A life of peace
Only in my dreams
Constant talking
Regardless of my mind
Yelling from afar
Barging into rooms mid-chat
There is no escape
Never a time
For me to hear my thoughts
And ease my levels down
Drums go ringing
Car alarms shouting
Birds shrieking
Cats screaming
Phone ringing
And never really for me
No refuge for my nerves
That pray for a soothing silence

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This week for coparenting classes, I had to fill out a form about how I take care of myself because the subject was self maintenance.  Bad timing since I had a cold, a party last weekend, and several lunch outings this week.  At least this negated the healthy eating part of things.  Exercise failed too . . . and that’s what led me to this.  I couldn’t really go anywhere this week without there being noise.  Totally understandable at school, but it was an utter nightmare at home.  Loud conversations were everywhere and I couldn’t rest in the open without being talked to.  Makes me really stressed out for the 3-6 days that I don’t have a room . . . or a desk . . . or a TV . . . or a place for puzzles . . . or my books . . . I won’t have ANYTHING to help me relax or a spot for me to escape to if I need time to myself.  That had me thinking about how I live a life of almost constant noise and it’s been that way since high school.  The sounds I want to hear like music get drowned out by everything else, which sucks.  Anyway, that’s the background of this poem.  Wonder how many people can relate.

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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13 Responses to Life of Noise

  1. Chelsea Owens says:
    February 9, 2020 at 10:05 am

    Definitely relate. Try a ‘bathroom break.’ 🙂

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  2. The Story Reading Ape says:
    February 9, 2020 at 10:07 am

    My tinnitus masks practically everything else 😱

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  3. John W. Howell says:
    February 9, 2020 at 2:12 pm

    I have tinnitus which mimics cicada mating calls so I’m never without noise. I think the talking would be bothersome. I know when our house is full a nice walk is welcome.

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  4. coldhandboyack says:
    February 9, 2020 at 8:29 pm

    I totally understand. I need my quiet time.

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  5. Victoria Zigler (@VictoriaZigler) says:
    February 10, 2020 at 3:00 am

    I totally understand. I need my quiet time to stay sane. Erm… Well, as close to it as I get. 😉 On the other hand, I also need the noises, because they’re my way of telling what’s going on with the things beyond the reach of my hands. So I’m often torn between being glad of the noise so I’m included in what’s happening in the world, and wanting it to go away. It’s one of the reasons I don’t go out much. Even at home though, if too many noises are coming at me at once it can get too much, and I need some time now and then with no noise at all sometimes.

    I hope you can get some quiet time soon.

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