A Quiet Place
The world around me has always been busy and loud.
It’s always been difficult for me to find a quiet place.
Ever since I was young, I feel I’ve gotten lost in the crowd.
I just wanted somewhere to go that I could call my own space.
The more I see of the people around me, the more I weep.
But I’m not a recluse; I do like to be around others.
It’s because, in my world, I find it difficult to sleep.
Being deaf, my mind is the quiet place where I’m not smothered.
Copyright © Philip Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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