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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:54 am
Noises, Clear and crisp, Some are low, Then again how would I know?
Silence engulfs my ears, It’s overwhelming, I see faces, Friendly and proud, Their lips move, Gracefully and swiftly, But only the dreadful silence is heard.
I sit at the table, Wooden and brown, Silently you join me, Sadly I sigh as I ignore you.
You desperately try to understand, But you can’t, It’s completely out of your reach.
This is my little world, A place you can not go, You don’t know the way, Though, neither do I.
Silent tears are cried at night, Sacred vows become broken, Franticly you search for a way, A way to understand what I’m trying to convey.
You can’t, There is no adjective strong enough, No word can tell you how I feel, Alone, Abandoned, Those aren’t even the start.
I can not hear, So I can not tell, Deaf is my ears. And mute is my voice.
All you can do is Guess.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 8:37 am
I sometimes feel like that. Not so much that I'm misunderstood, but that I'm on a different planet than everyone else and they can't reach me. I really liked it. Great use of vocabulary and imagery.
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