Sunday, 1 March 2015

A Poem I Wrote Myself (Based On My Own Personal Experiences)

'Young and Hearing Impaired'

Another world of hearing and feeling free,
Being able to hear the birds in the trees,
The chains from my ears,
They make me feel prisoner,
Locked in a world of isolation and fears,
Oh how I wish I could hear such things,
That might even stop my tears,
When I’m not hearing what the conversation is about,
I know I can’t hear, but theres no need to shout,
Reading lips can be such a pain,
People get annoyed repeating all over again,
I wish that people could understand,
Which is why I’m raising awareness of this terrible loss,
But I’m going to show it who is the boss.

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