There’s barely anything the deaf can’t hear.
But still… I guess you are missing the echo,
The trying voice battling for your attention
Day after day,… without success.
Maybe, I am mistaken. Maybe, you have become mute
Somewhere in between my talking and your talking.
I wish I could get over it, but I’m sick of it.
Your attention deficit leaves us to collide.
And we do. Hard. We are like the accident
Nobody wants to see,but still is stared at.
And if we aren’t even that, then we are nothing.
Not even the echo of whatever it is we have once been.
So I scream… and scream again until my voice dies down.
I am still waiting for the echo that won’t ever come.
You have no idea what I would give just to hear yours.
Even if that really means for you to be mute afterwards.
Inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“
Hosted by Andy Townend