The Deaf

They brag and they say,

If I could just be

The least of me

And they pray.

Honestly on it,

I was down

For a decade in the town

Even had ectopic beat.

They curse,

Why I am better

Than whatever the rest are

With "Self-obsessed" in my purse.

Yes, I had,

My own blood and sweats

Dreams off the cloud, dry but wet

My "last bread".

They lark and shout,

For I couldn't make out

Recent of my own doubt

They yelled and I got out.

Gone as show is off,

I shake my body

My mind over my duty

Just the soul on top.

I risk to wish,

If I just had courage to fight

Better blind then deaf but right

The life I wouldn't miss.

Dark and brown,

The taste of time against

Those weaknesses below the waist

I could have chosen fate of my own.