--By Junior L.
Could it be that I am deaf?
No, it can't be.
I have heard the echoes of my agony for centuries,
I have heard the vile tongue of the devil's joy,
He is as happy as usual,
Waiting eagerly and impatiently to stifle my hope alive,
Could it be that I am deaf?
How could it be?
I have heard my mother's sadness from deep within the caves of my strength,
Strength is my enemy,
Not literally,
But what I mean is I often misunderstand my strength,
And that has led me to despair,
An uncontrollable frailty,
Indeed, I heard when Strength called upon me to descend into the pits of hell,
Such audacity to think that I could hear his calling,
The music of my Lifetime,
Soft, yet deafening,
Prideful yet selfless,
This is the music of my Lifetime and yet My ears hear no criquets,
I reminisce on the butterfly's songs,
their voices always echo in my dreaded mind,
Fatigue perhaps?
Indeed,
The music of my Lifetime was written in the stars so one day when my deafness is Cured,
Only then, perhaps, I would hear the light that will guide me out of this pitiful darkness I call My heart.