Losing


I am entering a world of silence
Slowly hearing less and less
Why God is it me
That must be put into this world-
Can't you see I've got enough problems as it is!?
I enjoyed your little game at first,
In fact it was kind of neat.
Why are you still doing this to me?
Is it my soul that you want to beat?
I am tired of have to sit so close
To hear a persons words
And tired of haveing them repeat themselves-
And of not hearing the birds.
At the risk of sounding conceited-
I miss hearing my own voice,
Because now I do not know how I sound,
If I am being quiet or if I am being loud.
It's been almost 2 weeks now
I've not been really hearing-
Not a big deal to some,
But as with most things,
You don't really miss it till it's gone.
I am scared that I shall
Never hear the sounds of Mother Earth again,
But in my heart I will always know them.
I guess I am lucky though,
For I at least got to enjoy them once-
Unlike some who never will
I just wish I could have lent my ears to them
So they could know the beauty of sounds
The medicines are not working
My will is fading away
My only hope is you God,
And to you I'll pray.

March 10, 1999
~~Morgan~~

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