A solitary noise echoes.
It becomes a prisoner in my head.
The cage is solid, while
sound reverberates strongly.
The more I concentrate,
the more it becomes like a scab,
slowly picking and prodding to no avail.
A noise so alone
can become my worst enemy,
grasping for me like a half strand of DNA,
a polymer not so polite.
Deafness would be an answer or
a final goodbye,
like we were at least affable.
Only a genius could strike my soul
as you do.
A solitary sound marries my empty mind.
Things will only stop once I start my own noise.
Made from Concentration 
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Never been on that before. I will check it out right now.
I relate to that. Wonderfully written !
Thanks!