Photo by Joey Iozzi

Why can ́t you listen to the words I say?

Could it be lack of sight or sense at all?

So ignorantly blind; see where I stay?

Open the eardrums to gavels of pray.

Sense the jukebox love songs wafting through the halls.

Why can ́t you listen to the words I say?

Hear the noises when my mouth utters grey,

Notice me cleaved down, begging to crawl.

So ignorantly blind; see where I stay?

When I stroll madness, will you leave me astray?

The passions and aspirations I once recall.

Why can ́t you listen to the words I say?

Desperate for spotlights that are shut away,

Wanting touch, but warmth cut and served so small.

So ignorantly blind; see where I stay?

I wander empty from the night to day,

Alone and frightened of the dark I appall.

Why can ́t you listen to the words I say?

So ignorantly blind; see where I stay?