Blind, Deaf
To learn the music, silence I studied
The deaf interpret the things we don’t say,
the blind see what we can’t see,
things will come and be what may
life it will be what it will be,
but it feels like I’m walking on sheer ice
being in my shoes won’t be really nice
if you understood my head, about saying your mean words you’d think twice.
I wish these things understand I could make you;
see what the blind can see
hear what the deaf can hear
then, just maybe, you’d think about your words and not make me feel so blue.
24/2/2020
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2020-02-24 at 08:44
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