Opposite Desires

By Jo Wood   

The cacophony of the world never ceases
With the roar of the car as it runs and races;
Whistles crying by as the clacking wheel
Glides down the ribbons of track to peel.
A sigh for ear plugs to blot out the cry,
Especially as the noisy night creeps by.

But the silence of those that cannot hear,
The silent images and vibrations so clear,
Only watching the hands and lips to know
A little of what the world has to show,
Wishing for the tinkle of a singing bell
To take them out of their enforced shell.

The common ground these opposites have
Is to grope through the maze of hurts to salve,
Stumbling along the path of tomorrow unknown,
Not knowing the other's wishes to be alone.
Only to want, but cannot see a blessing,
The breath of life to touch, feel what's missing.

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