The skeleton of this I found in my files and decided to apply spam to these old bones. I applied the spam quickly today, fingers just typing away and to my surprise...I actually liked it. Granted, there are some things I don't know how better to write, but I wish I could. Oh well. This will definetly be one of the things I will continue to work on.


To whom do I owe this misery?
Not I
Says the mute
Not I
Says the blind
Not I
Says the deaf

The liar, the murderer
The unseeing, the victim
The unhearing, the knowing

O Father,
Forgive me
For again I cannot bare the pain
My heart cannot take one more lie
My body cannot take one more blow
My intellect cannot take any more learning

In the musical of the mind
The broken instruments are the loudest
Yet the audience refuses to recognize those instruments
Thus, they keep on playing

Making the mute sing along
Showing the notes to the blind
Having the deaf listen

Growing crescendo of twists
Until the climax

Those who choose
Not to speak
Not to see
Not to hear
Are all the murderers
Are all the victims
Are all the acknowledgers
And know it