Deaf Is Something. Poem by Clinton Siegle

Deaf is something.

Eternity wondering if the battery is dead?

After awhile, not caring what people have said.

Forever looking for their lips to move.

I must be dead for what they said and the way their lips moved.

Seems foreign to my memory of what they said.

Sometimes I wonder why I am here?

Optional why?

Memories of when I heard and lived.

ETernity is a lot longer than what I believed to be dead.

Time is weird in this after land.

Honestly, being deaf makes me happy to not hear the crying.

I need to show my empathy.

Now I can not hear again.

Gone is my reality again.