Deaf

Walking through the middle of town
so far away from home surrounded.
People everywhere when all I need
is an escape,
the noise of everyday is
boring through my bursting skull.

Stabbing thoughts of where you are,
where you could, where you will.
Are you lost? To me now you must be.

Like a scarab in the roasting sun
I scurry through the empty bodies,
the nothings, the no ones, the not yous.

I run down a small vacant street to stand
to fathom and scour for rationality,
but I'm paused,
I'm blocked,
I'm silenced by the quiet, deafening street.

I need to get in those crowds, those
unattended herds of shuffling meat,

for if I stay in the silence

I will never find you.





(Competition poem-Contrast)