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/