Chaos Poem by Christopher Bridges

Chaos. What is chaos?
All I hear is chaos.
Constant sound.

I don't know what the sound is.
All I know is there is noise.
Chaos

I think i have become addicted.
Addicted to the noise.
Addicted to the chaos.

I can't escape the noise.
So, I drown myself in it.
I can't function without noise.

In a way, chaos has become my peace.
I find serenity in the unknown noise.
I can rest knowing there is a sound.

Any sound playing in my head.
What is that sound.
Am I the noise?

Am I Chaos?