23 August 2012
My house is alive,
With sound,
My mums take that music,
Blaring loudly out of the speakers,
My dads football match on tv,
Commentators yelling at the top of their voices,
Trying to outshout the crowd.
My sister and brother fighting upstairs,
Kicking and screaming with rage.
The old dog,
Barking for freedom.
But I just sit in the room upstairs typing this.
Noise • Opuss № I