I wrote a poem-please critique it!

[Guest guest]

I'm trapped here for a full 46? minutes.

There's an exit, but there's no real escape

from this hell of sorts

except to block out everything

by sleeping,

embracing my benevolent wooden desk which is compassionate but

unchangeable

just like my environment and the people around me-sometimes.

No, I don't hate this class.

I definitely don't hate her either.

But I can't stand the noise that surrounds me.

There's always something to distract me from enjoying this heaven on

earth called formal education.

Every minute my brain prevents me from ignoring those sounds others

make around me.

Concentrating on them, I make myself miserable, let alone distracted.

The more I try to block it out, the more the noise persists in driving

me insane.

I need to be healed

I need to be embraced in an everlasting hug of perfect silence or

perpetual loud noises, blares, instead of hushed whispers, clicks,

clatters, and other sounds that are soft

to convince my immunities to shut down, letting in the dreaded bothers.

I cannot hope for anything but death...all else is too imperfect.

I love you all dearly, though you give me pain.

I am not perfect, neither are you, but I wish we were, for the sake of

my senses, and your puzzlement and pain at my reactions.

No, I am not seriously suicidal.

[Guest guest]

That was right on!!!! Send that to Oprah and you might get a response!!!

pia

To: Soundsensitivity From: ms2mare@...Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2008 07:42:30 +0000Subject: I wrote a "poem"-please critique it!

'm trapped here or a full 46? minutes.There's an exit, but there's no real escapefrom this hell of sortsexcept to block out everythingby sleeping,embracing my benevolent wooden desk which is compassionate butunchangeablejust like my environment and the people around me-sometimesNo, I don't hate this class.I definitely don't hate her either.But I can't stand the noise that surrounds me.There's always something to distract me from enjoying this heaven onearth called formal education.Every minute my brain prevents me from ignoring those sounds othersmake around meconcentrating on them, I make myself miserable, let alone distracted.The more I try to block it out, the more the noise persists in drivingme insane.I need to be healedI need to be embraced in an everlasting hug of perfect silence orperpetual loud noises, blares, instead of hushed whispers, clicks,clatters, and other sounds that are softto convince my immunities to shut down, letting in the dreaded bothers.I cannot hope for anything but death...all else is too imperfect.I love you all dearly, though you give me pain.I am not perfect, neither are you, but I wish we were, for the sake ofmy senses, and your puzzlement and pain at my reactions. Get the power of Windows + Web with the new Windows Live. Get it now!