The Terrible Neighbours

The Terrible Neighbours

They screamed from morning until night,

slamming doors and throwing words like stones.

I could hear them through walls,

their anger bleeding into every corner of my home.

I tried to breathe, tried to hold myself steady,

but their chaos settled over me like smoke.

They whispered about lives they did not understand,

judged what I did and said with eyes I could not see.

Every day felt heavier than the last,

I counted the hours until a silence that might never come.

I imagined leaving,

finding streets that did not echo with their rage,

houses where walls held only calm and quiet.

I reminded myself that patience could hold me a little longer,

that one day I would walk out the door

and the world would finally be mine alone.