Deafness
In a way I envy deaf people.
For they never have to hear
The words that leave your mouth.
They don't have to hear the wars
Of insults that rage in school
Halls.
In a way I mourn deaf people.
For they never get to hear
Spoken poems or a piano's
Music.
Which is better,
Never to hear guile
Or
Never to hear beauty.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2015
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