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.
YOU ARE READING
poetry by gray.
Poetrythis is my poetry that I've written, or just make up on the spot. I just started poetry, so I apologize if it is bad lol