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Deaf Dumb and Blind

by Timothy Wilson

Soft clouds are stuck in my inner ear
Breaking my balance, making me stagger like a drunk
They muffle the sounds of those speaking to me
A stranger’s reach I cannot meet
My eyes are black and hollow

The winters end is drawing near
The heat of summer on my forehead
Darkening my skin

And she sings in silence
Beckoning me to move onward
I poured myself my strongest scotch
In the morning I was mourning

She really is gone forever
And I am destined to rot onward
Deaf dumb and blind

02/09/2011

Posted on 02/09/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/09/11 at 09:54 PM

well played hand; well described, the feeling of just what you speak...mourning in the morning--a sadness that few can plug.

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