The Deaf Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A deaf man grows cynical of the world/learns to accept his condition.
Keep in mind that I am not deaf, don't know anyone that has gone deaf, so if I offend anyone with this piece I can only claim ignorance.

Submitted: October 10, 2016

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My shirts, they lie un-ironed in a

Heap upon the ground.

I’m listening intently but I

Never hear a sound.

The silence all around me, it’s

Inescapable;

Where are all the noises of my town?

 

Looking out from frosted window panes

I watch the night sky

Each star’s life of solitude makes me

Wish that I could cry.

Wish there could be condolence in that

They’ve nothing to lose

Am I as alone as the stars?

 

People use hand signals to tell me

What I shouldn’t do

Trauma counselling isn’t something

That I could sit through –

No, I will have to manage without

Hearing anything.

Tell me, what’s worth hearing anyway?

 

The night is clearer, more defined without

Any distractions

The leaves are still, in the tree above me

When wind forces no action

The television set, when off

Provides so much less pain

The void holds more comfort than the rain.


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