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I AM DEAF

By Silvia Jude

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Every day is the same.

I wake up to silence.

And a face in my ear.

 

Excruciated.

Red faced.

Strained.

Mouth agape.

Nostrils flared.

Vocal chords worn and near snapping.

 

I repeat that I am deaf in words I cannot hear

Over and over and over—

My day consists of repeating the same phrase

Seeing the pain it causes you

To misunderstand me

 

Whilst you never listen to my words

Your ears work

Your arrogance deafens you

Your shouts echoing it

 

I grow up and others grow weary of my repetition

Telling me they already know I am deaf

Yet i should not label myself though

Only speaking one phrase into my full existence

 

But i still wake up to your strained face

And now I sleep with it too

When i close my eyes

your face is all I see

And when I open them

Your expression echoed on another

My last words

I am deaf.


 
 

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