Muffled sounds attempt to appeal to my attention
Shrieks, hollers, bellows, yells, the resonance
Howling at me
The erratic melody grows restless,
But unremarkable to my heart,
I do not answer
Irritation cultivates in my eardrums,
The screeching racket still beckoning me.
I wonder if it'll ever shutup.
If the enraging coughs will ever cease to antagonize.
Though harmlessly mellow, dangerously soothing,
The incoherent bellow is too much to swallow.
I turn to silence the faceless coughing.
To stab out the ruckus it
Breeds inside of my ears.
The perpetual bleeding will transpire eternally,
The agony forever fed...
Unless it dies.
The coughing needs to die.
Yet, when I turn, its him...
It is he who is
Unbeknownst to me.