Shhh

The rain has past
So i go back outside,
To sit with the night;
To find peace inside.

Drawn to alone,
My ears need some rest.
They’ve had their fill.
They did there best.

But, now they need quiet
At the end of the day.
They took all they could
Of the stuff others say.

So many stories.
Blah, blah, blah.
My-ears can literally hurt.
They can feel like they’re raw.

Why-can’t folks-be-quiet?
They just have to talk.
“Uh, I gotta go.
Would you look at the clock”.

Unbelievable non-sense.
Painful sound.
“Would you please wait to speak
Until I’m not around”?