Noise

Noise

Sitting in a box

4 walls enclosing me

And the shrapnel issued out

Bouncing around these 4 walls

Each decibel cuts into me 

With stinging and sharp pain, fear,frustration 

each time I ask why, why do they blow, issuing the shrapnel so. Why can they see?

Fear grips me with every shriek and bellow

Legs pound the ground. Every instinct telling me to run, far.

But I wait, and sit still, and wait like a lame duck

This is noise, just sheer calamity of senses