they scream and shout
as I try to drown them out
no luck as there wails scar my ears
they wont shut up as I beg and plead tired of them screaming all around
they fight and fight still no luck of them shutting up
I wish for quiet and for peace
hating every breath they take
there screams overpower my own as I call for peace
no luck I find so I write and write
knowing only that it keeps me sane if not at least amusing people of some different faiths
calling I beg for someone to help
no help I receive in days to come
and then I escape to a new place to sit and listen basking in glory of silence and peace
then they send me back to the fight
as an age old process starts all over again and I write and write
safe between the pages of a notebook or the folds of the internet
and this is why I write...