Senses Poem by Lauren Delgado

Confusion is surrounding as air is to life.
Eyes shut, ears covered, mouth closed.
Not a word to be said.

My face may be the last you see.
Fore' you are unwelcome by appearance
Not a word to be said.

These words can be the last thing you hear.
Fore' the gift of listening is overtaken by most.
Not a word to be said.

Your comments may be the last you speak.
Fore' you take advantage of first amendment rights.
Not a word to be said.