Sounds

Alone I stand

Amidst a clamorous cacophony

Of swirling voices

Spanning around me joyfully, like

Confetti; colorful, loud, overbearing.

They uselessly whistle,

Screech, squeal, howl.

Mine should fit among them

Somewhere.

I open my mouth to speak,

But all words are shoved back

Promptly in place

By the whirring torrent of

Senseless sounds, grinning at me,

Aware of their crimes,

Ignoring my presence.

The voices continue their course

As usual, increasing their speed

At once, spinning so fast they

Crash into each other in confusion.

In a moment of silence,

They turn to me expectantly.

Waiting for clarity.

But I, despondent,

Close my mouth and walk

Away.