The volume, the overwhelming drenching surge.
Deafening tension bristles fine down.
Imaginary hands clutching desperately to cloak my ears.
Internal screams, thrashing and gnashing for calm.
The madness does not abate.
How can I bear it, how can direct it.
I am lost, fretful and forlorn in this audible tsunami,
Desiring silence to enfold and nurture me….*
written by vampvamp.
inspired by things that lack a mute button.