I didn't hide it
But I don't want to find it
I do want to know what's in it
as long as I know how to write
these scribbles
after I read it
I don't want to think of
A book full of rules
When I read poetry

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The ringing is loud.
I finally tell her
And it's like
Nothing
Happened.
I wonder if
She even
remembers.
(Of course she does)
The ringing is loud.
I was talking
to her the other day
I could hardly
Focus on
What she was
Saying
The ringing is loud
Before I could
Tell her
Every thing
Got
Out of whack
Jaw chattering
Always pacing
my contained
Area.
My contained
Thoughts
Songs and secrets
spinning in my head
The ringing is loud
And all the while
no one notices
Loud is the new
usual

They call my name
Again.... and
Again and AGAIN
He walks in
And mimics
Their screeches
I don't look up
I say
I'm not sure if
you knew this, but
As of two seconds ago
I'm deaf.
He laughs, says
I've been deaf for years....

Is it worth it to drive for five hours to the mountains, and then only stay for five minutes?
Is it worth it to be a genius, and then lose your mind ?
Is it worth it to lock yourself up, to be stronger, and then to feel like you can't feel?
Is it worth it to be trustworthy, just to have more responsibilities?

Sometimes I stare at them
Hue's of rainbow, but
At a glance
Darkness
Obscure
Wraith