THE DEAFENING SILENCE

 

THE DEAFENING SILENCE

The silence is deafening

But then it always has been;

Deafening all my life, I mean.

It’s as if I’m not really there,

Although I am sure that’s not true.

Perhaps I am invisible to all

But a few true believers.

Are they possibly seeing what isn’t there,

And  also hearing the deafening silence?

read more of my poems in my new collection ’67’ – http://www.tinhuttalespublishers.co.uk/67/

 

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