Sounds lost, unheard,
in muted world,
Unceremoniously unplugged.
A less audible sense
I live in insignificance.
I once thrived on,
laughter, now gone,
My youthful joy, stealthily stolen.
I'm now alone, unheard,
Locked within my conticent world.
My parents scold
Hearts emit cold.
Gesticulations and frowns confuse.
Why don't they understand,
Neither they nor I, understand.
Dysphoria,
No moria.
Medically unrepairable.
Time could recuperate
Still, they probe, prod and operate.
Otology
Technology,
Implants supplanted pre-cochlea,
Sound no longer abstains
But deaf boys' loneliness remains,
My bedroom space
A silent waste,
My forlorn life, more contemplative,
Whisperers still surround
Their muffled spoken words confound.
Nightmares and dreams,
Not the mainstream,
This can't be my definitive path.
I desired so much more
Unsure just what, but so much more.
Must reassess
Self-interests.
My future development stymied.
less audibility
hindered by disability.
I must confess
That loneliness
Was not the preeminent issue,
What hurt me more inside
Was the bullying I denied.
First and foremost
I'm a deaf ghost.
Seeking out imaginary lands.
Searching heightened senses
Saw my life through broken lenses.
Imagined space
My special place
Found restful solitude in silence,
I'm needed by no one
I need less when all said and done
Going away?
Think I may stay
Unprepared for the inconvenience
Parents, school friends, bully
No one perceives my angst fully
Imagined space
Leaves little trace
Happy reading, writing, and thinking.
Unsociably social
True life was sullen and woeful
They were correct
Their truth erect
Time the healer, as hearing returns
Six years since noise faded
No longer audibly aided
Future path change
Life rearrange
Escaping from this dead-end city
Show me I was willing
Enlist, grasping monarchs shilling
Now mid sixty
Blue eyes misty
Hearing needs additional support
Revive my special place
Imagination re-embraced
Been here before
Feel less unsure
A memory when life was quiet
Read, write, no listening
Thinking, dreaming, imagining,
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