Buzzing in your ear
like white noise
and then: a violent change of pitch
a phantom limb
(don't you know,
nothing appears to be present
'til it changes)
Oh deaf boy,
you forget your ailment
'til it comes a'callin'
from silent A-sharp to awful B-flat
A wailing scream
like a glass door in a wind storm,
you're reminded of everything
that you forgot was everything.
| It's a blessing to forget pain and sorrow |
It's crucial we remmember hurt
If only for the sake of tomorrow.
Please let the deaf boy be he will come around they always do.
Nice piece burst forth peotry in me easy.
This here grand. Down side wish it were longer but it's good. Don't mind me!
|| Posted on 2010-08-03 00:00:00 | by Temidayo | [ Reply to This ] |