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Born Blind, Deaf, Mute

My world evolves around my
Own preoccupations and
Petty worries…

I can’t seem to see past my arms length
Only whats in my sights reach
Will I acknowledge

I hear voices call to me
But they sound so distance
Faintly I hear the echo

At times I feel someone’s touch
Yet I seem only to notice it
When they have long passed

I speak only to be heard
I discard any other spoken words

All my senses are dull
Maybe I should have been
Born deaf, blind, and mute

I better would have served this world