My Ears

 

My Ears

© by Bud Lemire on Nov 4, 2022

My eyes see, everything that my ears can not hear

I just wish I could hear, so there wouldn't be a tear

I'm strong, I've endured a lot, and I'll survive

I've learned through life, things I need to stay alive

My world is so quiet, I can't even hear an alarm at all

It does no good to answer the phone, when you call

Things people take for granted, I cherished every day

Now I live without sound, It's been taken away

My ears are for decoration, because now they don't work

Sounds may be for others, for me they don't lurk

Sometimes I can read lips, if their speech is plain

If they talk too fast, it is like the pouring rain

I miss the company of the spoken voice

The loss of hearing gave me no choice

I search within, to remember how you sound

It's not the same, I wish my hearing could be found

I live within the silence, with quiet as my friend

I long for the sounds, and wish this would end

I'll live in this world, but I'll keep hoping too

That I'll be able to hear again, just like you

Living in a world without sound is so very quiet

and lonely. The comfort of a friend are either in

person, or words on a screen. It's not the same.

Being in the dark you think would be great if quiet,

but it's very scary. Crossing the street by myself,

shouldn't be scary, yet it is. I fear my own company

at times. Nothing is the same, everything has changed.

Because my ears can not hear.