Joseph T. Renaldi
Silent World - Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
This is the place I call home,
With complete silence where I seem to be alone,
Accepting the fate that life has lent,
Spending my days of reality in false content.
No beautiful melody can be heard,
Nor the song of a summer bird.
It is a feeling of prolonged unhappiness,
Not to hear the sound of joy or sadness.
I can not hear the sound of the train on the track,
Nor the roaring automobile engines behind my back.,
The calls of the wild, the dancing stream,
A bubbly brook in early spring.
I can not hear the whistling songs as harsh winds blow,
The raging waves of the ocean below,
The violent storm dropping its load upon the roof
With cracking lightning and thunder as added proof.
Seeing a choral group - not hearing the songs they sing,
A child's sweet laughter on a playground swing,
A baby's giggle and gentle sneeze
In the quiet, warm summer breeze.
If my world were not silent and dark,
Dispelling all the gloom within my heart,
I would cherish hearing those sweet words too,
Forever, ' I love you! '
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