Deaf
maybe if I scream
or perhaps write it down
they'd know the dream
though is dream the word
ghoulish as it is
leaving me stirred
and so scream I do
if you can't hear
why can't you see
the hole in me
and hands push
holding open
this mush
this goo that won't harden
just sitting, oozing
pink of pain
my life drain
And so I ask
can you see?
can you feel?
Mine and Me?