A/N: Finally! A new poem! The neighbors across the street were having a party or something and were making a lot of noise so I got the idea for this poem.
The noise they make
Is completely uncanny.
It shakes every nook,
It quakes every cranny.
It breaks my concentration,
Though there's little I can do.
So I treasure the quiets moments,
That last a second, maybe two.
To them this is a party,
So they are as loud ad they desire.
So I create a wall around me
Of burning, scolding fire.
I banish myself away,
Going into my own little place.
So I finally have somewhere,
That to me, they can not chase.
Then comes the moon,
Who rams the sun away.
We go into out own small worlds,
Somewhere I wish I could stay.