Black Noise

You hear people talking
White noise so comforting
But what about the sounds
Those that really ground

Nails on a chalk board
The screeching of a bird
The droning of a Hoover
The moaning of a mower

The noises drive me mad
The thumping of a base
Without volume of a tune
It's never over too soon

The sound seems to last
For more than the time is
No falling asleep to it
White noise it is not like

What is this drone called
Running right through my bones
It makes me grit my teeth
Gives me a headache makes me sick

If not white noise
If it is the opposite
Surely back noise
Is what troubles me