A Room at the Inn

Rain drops 001

Trapped in a world of reverberation
isolated in the assault on my senses
tortured by inescapable disorientating sound
swelling ire permeates, agitates…
as I plot the demise of the leaf blower,
the jackhammer operator, the careless cashier
clinking change too loudly in her tray…

How I long for the soft sounds of snow falling,
wind blowing, rain dropping, fire breathing,
and the deep inner quiet at natures communal

Although steadfast,
I remain unable to bridge the gap of understanding
with those who’ve not experienced my pain
incarcerated in my head
powerless against the din
locked in my cell at the Brain Damaged Inn

Copyright 1/1/2008
Dani Heart ♥