The Noise Poem by sara winters

The cars go by this window
they never stop
just whoosh
wish
wash
hiss hiss hiss
in my ears
all day long
alone
in this cold room
this is my life
chattering t.v in the distance
mumbling pitches of noise
up, down
soft, loud
songs then words
then yelling
in my ears
noise
how can a person
think
when all they hear is noise
you are on the couch
watching your t.v
you never sit still in silence
with your eyes closed
unless you are sleeping
you always need to be
touching
looking
or listening something