World Of Sound

Poem 1 Minute

He lives in a world of sound, again,
With around him death and blocked-out pain,

The housemate C is back,
From two month Portuguese holiday;

He lives in a world of sound again,
With around him death and blocked-out pain,

Never dropping, ever, the guard for a moment,
He must fill his mind with a raging musical torrent!

Ich liebe diese nicht,
Eine schreckliche nacht,
HΓΆre meine schreie,
Nein… kein leichensack!

πŸŒͺ

Published by 𝑹𝒐𝑩𝑰𝑡 πŸͺ

I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :). Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ€” usually with an optimistic slant. My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.

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3 thoughts on “World Of Sound”

    1. Thanks! :). As long as they don’t take up smoking again I’ll hardly ever see them. When they first moved in I only saw them about once a week, but then they were smoking all the time like the other housemate. Both times they got back from Portugal before, they started off not smoking, then increased to full-time again.

      It’s bizarre, they have family in Portugal, they’re pretty helpless themselves (quite severe autism it seems) and being here seems to cause them a lot of stress. Not surprised!

      They’re a terrifying person, so yes definitely staying clear! πŸ˜†

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