Not at all like others,
no comforting space in which to sigh...
always probing, always nagging,
always active in my mind.
Shut the windows, keep it out!
Closing, closing, closed.
The pane that separates gradually expands...
into an almost hollow home.
But silence? No! It never occured.
The noise! It strikes again.
A burden to me, a habit to you,
still surges loyally throughout the room.
And there it is still.
The pane, yes,
but the pain too.
Choking now, spluttering, splattering,
pitter-pattering...raining down.
Ever active, ever there
tapping, tearing, a taunting blare.
The noise! Ripping through my ears.
Not how things should be.
Just one more second and I might just...
*breathe
And then finally, just the breathing,
just my breathing.
My breathing room.
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