i barely visualize me,

i rarely see hope and compassion,

in these eye's my reflecion cries out, as the tears roll down my cheek, forming a river,

i cannot hear, my ears are struggling to listen as chaos run's rapid around me, my ears deafness won't let me,

i see lip's moving and i cannot read there hope,


i rarely feel warmth, the softness of a touch, the want of hands, entwined together in mines,

i can't feel the passion of compassion, the alone i am hungry for it's attention

and love's foolish beat is only a mirage around me,