Deaf

Silent cries
Unheard lies
A society defined by it's incessant sighs
 
I walk through life
Oblivious to the constant stream
Of never-to-be dreams
A world foreign to the concept
Of an enduring hope

I'm not privy to the proclamations
Of lives un-spent
From people falling far short
Of making even a shadow of their rent
 
Along my path I pass
The people who smell death
As though it were heaven's scent
And people so unfamiliar with food
It's as though they live a life of lent

I see children
A few feet short of the grave
And young people
Who've lived past their prime
And are opting for the escape
Re-writing their reality
While they await their ever encroaching fate
 
I live my life
To the sounds of the street
Not hearing the sprawl of humanity
As a matter of choice
Deaf to the destitute
By my mad-world mufflers
Blinded to all but the beauty
By my bedlam blinkers.

[Modified due to critique from freddwzz]