Loudsilence20
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A poem by me I really hope you all like it ! I guess you all understan
Loud silence
When you are deaf or hard of hearing, sounds are your main focus. Soft lulls of people’s voices just blur into each other, the sudden frustration beckons you to awkwardly lash out and scream, sorry can you repeat that? What, what, didn’t catch that, oh ….
The glances that they begin to exchange has you paranoid beyond repair as you desperately try to decipher the meaning of each silent but telling look. The wall then descends between you and the outside,complete and total isolation, a distance so great it’s DEAFENING
Suddenly you can’t hear at all as you frantically watch the movement of people’s lips as they move faster than the speed of light. You are helpless in an ocean of volume. It feels like you are riding that perfect wave, all concentration needed, then the blue barrel curls over to quickly, the end of the line gets smaller and smaller as you slip into the vast water,never making it to the finish line, drowning in your frustration.
People seem disinterested to give that extra push and break down that wall so you are no longer trapped in silence. Laughter bubbles around me, “sorry what was so funny?” I ask. The eyes will roll so far back into their head they will go blind. “Oh it doesn’t matter” they say I get brushed aside like I am not important or worthy to bring anything to the conversation. Typical.
Silence is my friend, confusion is who I am, and my sight is my hero. To wake up one morning and hear the crystal clear engine of a car, the birds chirping in the distance. The cold snap of frost just setting on the window pane. As of now that is a lucid dream filled with promises of reassurance that everything is going to work out. Maybe so
If you wake up one day and all you heard was the choking silence. What is the first sound that you would yearn for? ……The soft melody of a piano lulling in the next room?...... The wind brushing through the autumn leaves?....... Or the scuttle of boots creaking on the old wooden floors.
When this treasure is taken away, new things develop a sound and shine like they didn’t before. You will hear the house breathe slowly, take notice of every creak and turn. When you sit with people you will notice how they move their lips to speak and smile, because you have to.
Then when the dawn breaks the sun will crawl over the horizon and scream loud and proud as you hear every word,
The colour will sweep upon your face beckoning youto hear what the day has in store. You’ll put on a brave expression. You’ll get up and face the loud and crazy world,
Despite the utter and total silence
Loud silence
When you are deaf or hard of hearing, sounds are your main focus. Soft lulls of people’s voices just blur into each other, the sudden frustration beckons you to awkwardly lash out and scream, sorry can you repeat that? What, what, didn’t catch that, oh ….
The glances that they begin to exchange has you paranoid beyond repair as you desperately try to decipher the meaning of each silent but telling look. The wall then descends between you and the outside,complete and total isolation, a distance so great it’s DEAFENING
Suddenly you can’t hear at all as you frantically watch the movement of people’s lips as they move faster than the speed of light. You are helpless in an ocean of volume. It feels like you are riding that perfect wave, all concentration needed, then the blue barrel curls over to quickly, the end of the line gets smaller and smaller as you slip into the vast water,never making it to the finish line, drowning in your frustration.
People seem disinterested to give that extra push and break down that wall so you are no longer trapped in silence. Laughter bubbles around me, “sorry what was so funny?” I ask. The eyes will roll so far back into their head they will go blind. “Oh it doesn’t matter” they say I get brushed aside like I am not important or worthy to bring anything to the conversation. Typical.
Silence is my friend, confusion is who I am, and my sight is my hero. To wake up one morning and hear the crystal clear engine of a car, the birds chirping in the distance. The cold snap of frost just setting on the window pane. As of now that is a lucid dream filled with promises of reassurance that everything is going to work out. Maybe so
If you wake up one day and all you heard was the choking silence. What is the first sound that you would yearn for? ……The soft melody of a piano lulling in the next room?...... The wind brushing through the autumn leaves?....... Or the scuttle of boots creaking on the old wooden floors.
When this treasure is taken away, new things develop a sound and shine like they didn’t before. You will hear the house breathe slowly, take notice of every creak and turn. When you sit with people you will notice how they move their lips to speak and smile, because you have to.
Then when the dawn breaks the sun will crawl over the horizon and scream loud and proud as you hear every word,
The colour will sweep upon your face beckoning youto hear what the day has in store. You’ll put on a brave expression. You’ll get up and face the loud and crazy world,
Despite the utter and total silence
