||::-Deaf-::||

Again, a continuation of ||::-Prologue-::||.

Could it be for every step,
No matter how small,
I have destroyed apart of myself
For the sake of myself?

Is there a tiny document
Of enshrined dogma
Somewhere
That declares this?

The silence blares in my ears,
Never hearing
The only voice that could deafen
That same silence;

It was now lost.
I strained, coming into this world,
That hid behind jewels, baubles, and deceiving silk
Whispering to me in candy-coated graces--

Strained to listen to the very thing
That was dying inside me
On this stage of fixated lights and hidden secrets.
Frantically, I tried to grasp it

With my clumsy fingers
That I couldn't feel anymore,
Fingers that could once grip and hold
Until I embraced what and why it was there.

I tried to find it,
But when I did,
It waned and had become weak
As I sang an unheeded plea

That seeped out in the middle of cackling mutes,
Accompanied by cursing saints
And sympathetic harlequins
That looked away in shame.

Realizing this, I stopped hearing what I had to say.