Those Sounds Poem by Phil Soar

It's not easy when the sounds begin
Creating such an awful din
And as they infiltrate the mind
I find it hard to just unwind
I think of you from time to time
Knowing that you should be mine
But as I made your life such hell
We didn't get on all that well
And when these sounds wouldn't let me be
I thought that you'd look after me
Instead you're gone and left a note
Just before you slit your throat
And I'm alone with just that letter
A million miles from getting better