Dion Skinner

Rookie (8-13-92 / Newark, NJ)

Sound - Poem by Dion Skinner

The muse to my existence, gem of souls
For even before birth it's by our side
Give meaning to the roads, story's untold
From mothers heart beat, to fathers long sigh

Time and appreciation is the toll
A ice cream scream, catch me off guard I fall
World with out sound, is parallel to cold
Back to my headphones, I ignore you all

Muffled lies, from children playing outside
Tainted noise ooze through thin walls and it crawls
Learn how to listen, just don't start to cry
Busted ear drums on the road by the mall

The end of this inner thought becomes clear
Without sound what I found wouldn't be here


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written on Mothers Day

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012



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