my hearing.

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In the back of my head,

I can sense the feeling of dread.

Wondering why I can't hear,

Oh, my poor heart starts to tear.

Everything sounds to muffed to me,

But my mind so loud my ears begin to bleed,

Why can't I hear, is it too much to ask?

But the feeling of the warm sun, I bask.

Hearing is so important to me,

But the sense of feeling alive is what I need.

Every day I learn something new,

Not one, but hearing aids I have two.

Must I need to wear them?

But if I don't, what do I learn then?

Music is a passion,

But writing is more my time passer.

Expressing my feelings from my heart,

But my emotions tear my mind apart.

My mind so loud, my heart hurts,

Though, I feel better to know that's a life's part.

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