The Poetry Club

The world is quiet, a silent place,

no whispers drift, no footsteps race.

Laughter, music, words that flow,

are shadows only you can know.

I watch your lips, I read the care,

a fleeting glance, a lifted stare.

Step by step we walk along,

Breathing in the air so strong.

The sky above the ground below,

Our hearts are light, our spirits grow.

Side by side we laugh, and talk,

The road stretched forward as we walk.

I’m deaf not broken just differently wired.

My ears went on strike and were never rehired.

They packed up and left not leaving a note,

Just departed my head without taking a coat.

I walk in a room, people chatter and play,

I nod like a expert, not a clue what they say.

They’re all chatting.

They’ve forgotten your there.

The conversation moves on

but you don’t know where.

Sat right in the middle.

You just have to stare,