The Pyle Inside

There was a sound from above creeping every night

Louder and louder it grew

Annoyed by its presence

Angry for its returns

The sound was not kind

Everyday aggressive it grew

Stronger and infuriated

It rubbed of frustration,

Confusion,

Emotion and

Anger

Until one night it disappeared

High in the sky

Lost in the world

The sound that was once horrific became

MISSED

When the realization was that the sound

Was what made the peace