Seeing is Truly Deaf
I see it all.
The haves, wholes, and quarters.
I see the silence and the SOUND.
And oh, those crescendos make this world go 'round.
Yes, I see it all, but what am I hearing?
I need the sickeningly sweet and the bountiful bitterness.
I need it to stop going in one ear,
ear (and outside the other).
Why can't it all just jam into my head, my heart, my soul?
I crave that tempo, that pulsating b-e-a-t.
To plainly see is all to common, so overused.
But to hear, that is all that I need.
This poem is about:
Me