Poetry 2

A long time ago I use to write all the time. Their was a fun challenge in taping into my very soul to see what I could find....


The Endless Noise
JM Kraemer

In the stillness of the night,
we long to hear the silence

For in the emptiness around,
such things as quiet do not exist.

A place that can bring peace,
fails to do so in our lives.

Stalked we are always,
By the noise only we can hear.

To hold out hope that someday,
we are freed from this eternal enemy,

This sound that seeks ever slowly,
constantly trying to consume us.

Their is an agony in what we hear,
for us it is a silent cry of despair

Facing a battle head long,
yet knowing for now winning will not be.

A struggle that is daily in our lives,
to be able to enjoy the simple things.

While most enjoy being in a quiet room,
for us it is like being trapped in hell.

Grim is the reality of the fate we always see,
With no real escape from this struggle.

In the stillness of the night,
we long to hear the silence.

In the stillness of the night,
we long for our freedom to do so.

For while you enjoy your quiet,
All that we will ever hear is the endless noise.