Sounds

My alarm clock is blaring.
Its sound is so near.
The click of the switch
fills up my ear.
The pillow is loud
as I pick up my head.
My feet pad the floor
when I sit on my bed.

The floor boards are creaky
when I make for the door.
A switch clicks to life;
then a click one time more.
A flush and a faucet
I hasten to go.
The switches again
stumble stepping too slow.

Feet plod on a stairwell;
bacon fries in a pan.
The clock chimes the hour;
we must hurry if we can.
Doors slam and close up;
The car roars awake.
Gas, gears, and gravel
on the road we must take.

Talking and laughing,
a phone sings its song.
I say we are late,
but we shall not be long.
Then a squeal and a scream,
a crash and a horn.
Sirens are wailing
to a scene most forlorn.

Voices address me;
where is my pain?
Squeaking and creaking
and doors close again.
Sirens sing briefly,
many voices around.
My pulse keeping time
with a faint beeping sound.

The tune of my heartbeat,
It skips here and there.
Then the tempo goes wrong;
people shout everywhere.

The clamor dies down;
the time is called out.
Wheels squeak down a hallway,
no more bustling about.

I hear a door close
but my ears do not fill.
This room is so quiet
this room is so still.

There are no sounds here…
this room is so still.