The incessant noise,
Of the past 6 months,
Has left in me a paranoia;
Just take a deep breath,
Oh, no no no no no,
Even with ear plugs in,
And noise-cancelling headphones on,
Even though I’ve now blocked out those sounds,
My body does not want to relax,
Or allow myself to feel good,
Because I’m subconsciously just waiting,
For that car door in the street to SLAM!
Is unbelievably frequent,
And it reverberates off the terraced rows;
Oh it makes me shudder,
The thought of letting down my guard,
Inhaling deeply and expecting a continuous breath,
Expecting a relaxing sensation,
Feels extremely risky and hopeless!
—This is the legacy,
Of noise pollution,
And noise trauma;
Oh, if only we do have a national self-isolation,
It’ll be like Christmas and New Year rolled into one,
Which were beautifully silent,
Oh, that’d be fantastic!
But, for now,
Excuse me if I need to go backwards,
Or I’ve not achieved what I needed to, lately,
Because I now need to recover,
From all that noise punishment,
Free of guilt.