The Thud Of Silence Poem by Stanley Cooper

We’re bombarded with sound
From the time we awake
It stays the day round
Impossible to shake

Almost endless, this cacophony
Appallingly surrounds us
This cacophonic noise monotony
Continuously pounds us

Clanging bells
Screeching tires
Angry yells
Conveying ire

Talk, talk, talk and talk some more
Unfruitful endless chatter
Designed to offend and bore
With words that do not matter

With a thud of silence, noise now past
Head on pillow, the world seems right
The cacophony, thankfully does not last
As we peacefully dream in our silent night