This is literally a poem that I wrote after a trip to the supermarket. I was so overcome by the panic and claustrophobia that I bought a notepad and pen strictly to write this poem down.

"Super" Marche

Mechanical whirring compliments
Impassioned bleeping,
Layered over the wails of insufferable infants.

Wheels clink as
Tins clank together,
Don't bother me now, I'm fatigued!

Thickly accented screeching
Battling against the impenetrable din.
What I would give for some quiet.

An old man is whistling,
A jaunty tune.
I've never heard a ditty so terrifying.

The world is spinning,
Shaking, gyrating,
A cacophony of pedestrian sounds, symphony of horrors.

I can see the doors.
Beyond that steel lies a world
Serene beyond reckoning.

My panic grows as I approach the climax.
Claustrophobia grips me
In this gargantuan, airy complex. Ironic.

I leave, aghast at what I find.
This is not the idyllic utopia I had hoped.
It crinkles and crackles and thuds.

It's forever making noise.

I cannot find silence.
A million sounds,
A thousand voices,
Will I ever find peace?