ANDREW BLAKEMORE - Silence

Silence
Only silence,
No song to lift the tension
Nor to break the barren spell,
No music or no rhythm
Every day is just the same.
Endless
It's so endless,
Ignored by conversation
To share no joy nor laughter,
Imprisoned in a lonely cell
That offers no escape.
Missing
Always missing,
The first words of a baby
Gushing wind amongst the trees,
Or the waves upon the shoreline
And the chorus of the dawn.
Deafness
Wretched deafness,
How cruel and unforgiving
How uncaring and unkind,
To rob a soul of all these sounds
That I so love to hear.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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