They say that in the quietest room in the world

Once you stay long enough

You begin to hear the rush of blood

Through your head

The beat of your heart

In your temples

The creaking of bones

It would drive me mad

I wonder if it’s anything like the silence

At four in the morning

Waiting for my day to start

Sick to my stomach over things I cannot control

Wind barely whispering

Through the leaves of trees

The sky is dark but

Light enough to be eerie

They say that in the loudest room in the world

A balloon popping sounds like

A bullet from a gun

Consonants from a whisper like

Knives slashing the air,

Nails on a chalkboard or

Something

It would drive me mad

I wonder if it’s anything like the noise

In my mind

At 10 at night

A hamster on its wheel

Running in the same place

Accomplishing nothing

Mind preventing sleep

From pouring over me like water over the edge

Of a cliff