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How do I put this For the hearing folk? A shout in the ear, A jab, or a poke. What once was a whisper, A tame, gentle brush, Distant and soft, And ever so hush, Now it’s a SHOUT From whisper to bang, From dull, mild thud, To a clamouring clang. And it’s not just the volume, God, if only… I’d go back to the confusion, Go back to the lonely… But there’s the little noises, Things that I’ve missed, Like tinkling bells, A click, or a hiss. Now there’s more, A whole colony of sound, Like an anthill, you see, From a hole to a mound. A hell of an acquisition, As my eardrums burn, I must accept that I have A new language to learn. But in the privacy of solitude, I switch off the pain, And retreat into peace, My silent domain.
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
emily-miller-1
Hearing Aid
How do I put this For the hearing folk? A shout in the ear, A jab, or a poke. What once was a whisper, A tame, gentle brush, Distant and soft, And ever so hush, Now it’s a SHOUT From whisper to bang, From dull, mild thud, To a clamouring clang. And it’s not just the volume, God, if only… I’d go back to the confusion, Go back to the lonely… But there’s the little noises, Things that I’ve missed, Like tinkling bells, A click, or a hiss. Now there’s more, A whole colony of sound, Like an anthill, you see, From a hole to a mound. A hell of an acquisition, As my eardrums burn, I must accept that I have A new language to learn. But in the privacy of solitude, I switch off the pain, And retreat into peace, My silent domain.
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