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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem