Dead

by Caitlin

Silence..void of all words
This unmistakable darkness that consumes me
People around me seem to hear everything
But not I, for I hear nothing....
So quiet are my days and long, too
I spend most of my time writing...
Though at times it can be rather boring.
Life should be full of sounds to hear
But not in my world, for it is dead to all noise
One day I wish to hear the birds sing
and the wind whistle through the trees...
I will tell you why I will never hear
These wondrous sounds ever again.
It's because...I'm dead
And have been for a very many centuries.
My name no one knows...
Invisible I am not to you, but everyone else.