Silence Is My Ick

I have no idea what this poem was, and I probably don't even have a proper recollection of writing it. All I know is I was bored in the cab drive, and started doing what I do best- writing. It is a really bad poem though, but then again it's all for fun :) ENJOY

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i never realized how much I despised the silence

it’s this aching feeling of there being no noise, that scratches my ear causing me to twitch

my body doesn’t react well to no noise

as a million of thoughts, dead and unwanted, enter my head when it’s mute

there’s nothing to distract me, nothing to delight me, just the stillness of the world staring at me

the sole entertainment being the thoughts in my head banging up and down the walls

the thoughts in my head stretching my brain made of rubber, trying to find a way to my heart

the thoughts in my head pushing bounds, weighing me down

they’re the racket of crickets, the screeching nails, the foot tapping

all amplified in the silence

i never realized how much I despised the silence

as there’s no tranquility in this ache I am in that destroys, just a sentiment that scratches,

scratches just like an itch.

i just want noise.