Another poem. Comments and criticism welcome as usual.

Noises on my way to work–
Opposite me, on the outside,
From the side hurtling forth with unexpected rush,
Overtaking me from directions real and imaginary.

Loud sounds around the window or
When I open my door, I welcome more noise to trespass;
Walks all around inside my house,
Its power empowers but itself.

Cymbals bearing the non-Lawerence din
Ring in my head, shiver my being with
Uninvited, violent vibrations, I wonder
What vestige remains of me that I have wasted so much
Of irretrievable Solitude.

Tags: Original Poetry, Poem, Poetry