The Terrible Neighbours
Why did they move next door ?
The Terrible Neighbours
They screamed from morning until night,
slamming doors and throwing words like stones.
I could hear them through walls,
their anger bleeding into every corner of my home.
I tried to breathe, tried to hold myself steady,
but their chaos settled over me like smoke.
They whispered about lives they did not understand,
judged what I did and said with eyes I could not see.
Every day felt heavier than the last,
I counted the hours until a silence that might never come.
I imagined leaving,
finding streets that did not echo with their rage,
houses where walls held only calm and quiet.
I reminded myself that patience could hold me a little longer,
that one day I would walk out the door
and the world would finally be mine alone.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
This is so relatable and beautifully written. You’ve captured that feeling of being trapped in someone else’s madness perfectly.
Sounds like my old neighbours. They put up a windchime in a tree they had right outside our bedroom. Even when I asked if they could maybe move it because it kept my wife awake, they put two more up in the same tree!!!
Great job
Everyone has neighbors like this some time or another in their life. Well Done Marie.