I can not hear you 

If Only I could speak a little louder… But the screams of my sorrow strapped heart have made me deaf. Deaf to reason, deaf to the repeated knocking of pity. Dearest pity, you would have found the door open had you been invited, but I am displeased with he that sent you more than I could ever be displeased with your presence; So I cannot hear you. I am only deaf on one side. The side that openly displayed its vacuum funnel and happily slurped up buckets of nonsense. 

Nonsense is deafening. It seeps into the veins that mark the crossroads between your ear and your mind and slowly begins to destroy the contents of human matter in mental avenues.  It invites friends such as doubt and ignorance. Together they destroy the sense of the senses that is necessary to practice common sense. Left senseless; deaf!

If only I could speak at all. But deaf tongues are handicap. If I fail to to reason with me, who but pity can stand the sight of me.

I still have my eyes, eyes that see. The sting that found my ear has not found my vision. And at the sight of you, my eyes, speak. 

I see you just as clearly as I see reason. 

But…

I can not hear you 

Do I then miss the pleasures spewed by the birds at the merciless hand of your nonsensical tongue and hands; Do I leave this ear to explore the whispers of fickle minds? 

How do I filter the utterly disturbing utterances from that which ears where born to hear? 

I don’t

I can not hear you