Hard Of Hearing Poem by Jessie Peter

The sounds are many,
what do i take in?
How will i know if its phoney?
or let it sink in.

My head's filled with noise,
that i cant avoid.
How will i identify the voice?
Of happiness it makes me devoid.

Shouts of cry i hear,
they wish to heal.
How will i get near?
And wounds will i be able to seal.

Mumbling all around me,
fumbling is all i do.
How do i know whats meant to be?
and just bid adieu.

Little do i hear distinctively,
and for it i'm short of gear.
How to overcome completely?
'cos little do i hear.