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[sagesaria]

Title: Noise
Category: Poem, Original
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama, Angst
Summary: An angsty poem about the one sound that I am the most afraid of.
Status: Complete

Written after an incident I had with my family.

As I write this,
Heavy metal blasts into my eardrums,
Deafening bass muting the world

Not because I like it, (though I do)
Not to rebel against last generation’s tastes,

This music is to drown out
A sound that I never want to hear again,
But I hear all the time;

The sound of needless fury,
The sound of picking a fight,
The sound of dominance,
Pride and non-existent superiority;

My father screaming.

It starts as an angry remark
To a simple phrase stated,
A comment that would hurt no fly,
Now treated like a rabid beast.
The offender protests,
Repeat from the top
Until the restraints on his hungry temper break,
And the sound that I dread projects itself

And I too make a sound;
Stomping up the stairs,
Clarifying my distress,
Slamming the door,
Boxing my ears and whispering
“Stop it! Stop it!”
Until his noise overpowers mine,
And I unleash the sound of tears

It has been too soon
Since I was the one
Upon which this wrath was unleashed,
And then the sound was accompanied by hands.
Hands that struck my face,
Hands that grappled my hair,
Hands that threw nearby items at me
And forced knowledge before my eyes,
Near blinding me.

Now his hands stay still,
And his noise targets someone else
Who also deserves no such fury.

The force of his sound
Rebounds off of the scars in my heart,
Striking a pressure point he created,
Making my body and soul crumble,
A quivering child,
Hiding from her father’s hands.