I can’t hear the promise

anymore, I can only feel

where it used to be.

Either I lost my vision, or it

lost its power. There’s a

hard choice to make, I’ve

slowed down to think.

The world turns its head and

says it knew all along that my

dreams would fall through. I’m

sticking my fingers in

my ears so I won’t hear anything

anymore. This is only a

distraction. I don’t need

to listen. They don’t

know me.

by Cher Bibler