An Endless Wait

The days are quiet
Nights are quieter
I have been strong
All along
Through this quietness

I keep craving for some noise
To distract me
Because it is quite scary
Yet I’ve myself come to resist
Some of these noises

The whispering wind,
The crickets, far away, hidden
The neighbour, whose laughter, never ends
The sole mosquito’s persistence

Is this all I am going to hear tonight?
As I watch my clothes hang dry
In a room I meticulously cleaned
Today morning
Hoping to have a better time 

If only clean rooms 
Sorted out the mess