Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed
So many bright lights
that flicker,
that hum,
that cause a distraction,
that pull at my mind.
The music gets loud,
there's a thudding beat
that makes me want
to make a hasty
retreat.
But it's the talking,
the chatter,
that assaults my ears,
as I get pushed
and jostled
bringing tears to my eyes.
I want to curl up small,
into a ball,
drop down to the ground and
retreat from this all!
My fingers itch
to cover my ears;
the lights dim and brighten
in front of my eyes.
Get out!
Get Out!
My mind is in panic.
A scream is building,
has to be held in
and silenced.
The trolley is half-filled
as I turn away,
seek out the exit
as once more
the bombardment
has led to sensory over-load
and I've left
empty handed
because I have become
overwhelmed.

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