I AM DEAF
- Dark Poets Club

- Jul 30
- 1 min read
By Silvia Jude

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.



