No. 49

November 2009

Gee It has been so long.. Lost the poetry thingy. Have to revive it. Mission semi-possible! Aye!

People assume I know nothing,
That I’m deaf, dumb and blind
A wreck,
But, ah, not someone benign…
But hear I can..
That terrible sound
That silent screaming
Of those torturous eyes
But see I can..
The thirst the lust
The unending hunger
Of their prodigal hands
But talk I can
To those decaying objects
To the minds and hearts
Of the lost they neglect
The voices, they clash in my brain,
And oh clamour, it never departs
The venom, it runs through my veins
And the pain dissolves my heart
People ‘know’ it, ah, so they say
I’m deaf, dumb and blind..
Or (you ‘know’) Just a patient 
of Special Ward No. 49….