Tuesday 18 September 2012

Words.

I open my mouth to speak,
those words that refuse to come out.
They play all day in my head,
they mock my helplessness.
Speech becomes an impediment,
a gift so far taken for granted.
An ear to listen is too much to ask for,
my stories remain in the dark hidden.
Sound translated into ink is solace,
for a reluctant soul in denial.
This prison in black and blue,
is my gateway to redemption.

3 comments:

  1. Yes.. An ear to listen is too much to ask.. It is not that easy to find someone who is deaf in a ear!

    Vivek.

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  2. I'm deaf in both ears, but I just got one fixed, so I'm ready to go, Nster..

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