*Clickity-Clack*
Heels hustle down the hall.
"PssSttT, that girl's got something in her ears," I heard behind my back. It's now as if I can hear all.
I can be a hawk.
*ssspppFff*
The echoes left when people talk.
I'm never taking these off, life would be so tough.
I can understand,
With my eyes zipped-locked closed!
Needed no more my hands.
My joy rosed,
With every sound
I enjoy this,
Hearing all around.
I'll sure miss...
*BEEEeeepppP*
...that. When I hear that...exactly that.
My smile swept, as the horrid echo sadly drips through my receiver.
My once-happy gleam,
Replaced with a cold shiver.
I fear the silence.
The sound drifts, and so
Sometimes the world can seem like just a big hill.
No hope, no light
Like a big black hole
Scarce, and nothing in sight
The only clarity being in my soul,
Just blank
I’ve no communication skills
Lost, my hearing by more than three quarters
Sound, hanging on to a crisp of existence
All blurry, it seems everyone mutters
I speak the way I hear it, as quiet as the distance
I pass by not understanding,
I’m a faker,
Just nodding.
It’s lonely and dark here
But everywhere I go, it will always be silence
I can travel on and on for years
And everyone will still be but a distance
I’m trapped in a black box
As i