Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed,
Poetry had distinguished like a flame in my head.
I tried to sing myself a lullaby to keep me company,
Yet the verses and notes dropped my hand and tried to flee.

I couldn't hear their music anymore,
I was trapped in an unlocked door.
The handle was free, awaiting my plea,
A victim whose escape was but a tortured sea.

Swimming in water, I couldn't see the bottom.
The depths were hard to picture, their ground lonesome.
I couldn't even imagine the silly creatures or rainbow snakes,
Unable to see anything, I lived in a soundless lake.

Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed,
Imagination nothing but a loose thread.
I found myself crying in my pillow
Hitting a writer's block, bricks hiding my meadow.

Flowers were blooming in a beautiful garden,
Sea creatures dancing in their underwater garden.
I was in my room, tears dripping down my cheeks,
For an imagination I tried so hard to keep.

I am soundless in a busy world,
Echoless in rolling mountains,
I am hitched at the throat by the point of a sword,
I am no longer a poet.

I see my room,
Not a castle.
I see the sidewalks,
Not yellow brick roads.

I see the world,
Not the dream.

Soundless.
It came for me.