I composed this little piece just as i was on my way to work this morning.Normally i get my inspiration at night.Most of my poems were written at night,like 90% or more of them.I hope you like this.
Makers Of Noise
I hear them in my sleep
"Are you mad?"
"Why is my food not ready?"
"Lazy woman,all you know how to do is spend my money"
"How did you even end up in my house?"
I wake up and hit the road
Happy the night is over and i won't have to endure horrible noises
"What? You hit my car?"
"Are you blind?"
"Do you know who i am?"
"I will finish you today"
"I will arrange your face"
I get into the office and happy this time it really is over
No more noise
But just then i begin to hear them in my head
They are the makers of noise,the are everywhere
Even in my head