Deaf Poem by Christopher Teale

Today was a happy day, or so I thought.
But as time wore on, the afternoon brought
a painful truth to bear.

I talk, you talk, we talk.
But not an ear is lent to hark,
and we drift away.

You see me screaming and you rage.
I only scream to be understood; I wage
a war with deafness.

I am here, I am alive!
I only want you to know; I strive
to let you know I'm here.

But you cover your ears and scream back.
Before I know it, I'm under attack
and our love is falling apart.