Ears That Don't Hear

Ears that don't hear.

Mouths gone mute.

Hearts a-hurting.

I talk to you

and my words bounce off the walls.

They never seep through.

And now I’m bleeding out.

Author's Note

Originally I had hearts a-bleeding in the first stanza, but I took that out after adding the second stanza. Didn't want to say bleeding twice...

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Brutally sad and filled with longing for someone who is gone...perhaps deceased. We still talk to them and some believe they can hear. No way to know for sure though. Powerfully emotional, Diana. Lydi**

[Diana]

Thank you, Lydi.

[Devesh]

Deep and poignant. Thanks for sharing! =)

[Diana]

Thank you.

[Devesh]

You're welcome. :)

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That's deep sounds like a person wishing to just be heard:)

[Diana]

Yes, sure is. Thank you, Jonathan.

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Welcome:) my friend

[icelandicblue]

You words bleed across the page. Sometimes we can write our feelings so clearly that we are able to purge them even when we can't articulate them otherwise. Well done.

[Diana]

Thank you.

[Great Aunt Astri]

A poem that could have been written in blood!

[Diana]

Thank you.

[Frieda P]

This is exactly why we write poetry. Like this one a lot Diana.

[Diana]

Thanks, Frieda. My last name starts with a P, too. Just noticed that.

[Frieda P]

You're welcome Diana, that's not really my last name, my kids call me Pickle to taunt me...ha

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I can feel you. Silence is like a sharp blade that leaves deep wounds in the heart...I've gone through that.
Keep going. This is sad, concise but well-done!

[Diana]

Thank you.

[Shaquana Adams]

They never seep through.
And now I’m bleeding out.

I really like these lines. I think it was a good idea not to say bleeding twice. This works well the way it is :)

[Diana]

Thanks for the input. I thought so too.

[Raymond Federle]

Wow..Diana...powerful write....an instant fav! :)

[Diana]

Thank you, Raymond.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing more frustrating than when our words fall on deaf ears...

it does make us bleed, and much of that blood falls on the pages upon which we write poetry.

[Diana]

Thank you, Jacob. Very frustrating, indeed.