Have You Ever Wished for Silence?

From the day we are born to the day we die, we are surrounded by sound.
Sound is persistent.
Sound is constant.
Cries, followed by joy.
A dog bark, becomes familiar.
Daddy's car door, as he comes home late from work.
Music, an immediate love.
Screams depicting horrid fights, recoil under the covers.
Sounds are my secret, nobody needs to know I heard that.
Chalk scratches.
Loud clapping.
Birds chirp forcing a lovely spring day into cliché.
Alarms to alert and awake.
Loud beeps from strange machines, become a familiar melody.
She walks in the room at the age of 90,
Familiar beeps, his heart still races.

At the end, what is left?
A sound so foreign,
So unusual.
A sound you've never experienced before,
It is unrecognizable,
Unexplainable.
A sound you've only imagined before today,
And now that you've achieved it you only want to go back.
Back to the noise,
The cries,
The shouts,
The beeps.
Just take away the unbearable silence.