I Hear It

I hear it. But I dont know what is that.

Does everyone hear it? Or its just me...?

Meaningful as it is... how could I only be the one?

I close my eyes and I hear it,

I haven’t opened my eyes yet, expecting the next step as I am unaware.

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It plays with me like I'm nothing,

Like as I never mattered,

Like I was never worth it,

As I have my eyes closed,

I hear it, but don't rush; I am not scared, nor curious.

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I let it breath showing me its dominance,

Like I was never able to,

What would that have changed?

Questions that will remain unanswered,

As I have my eyes closed,

Takes advantage of my ignorance and sneaks in, 

Like I wouldn’t fight back!

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It flickers in the dark, aware of my limitations,

Laughs at me, tries to drag me down,

Easy enough, or so…it thought.

What did you expect… I would leave without resistance?

Without rage or plea?

Fool! Tears don’t mean much.

I close my eyes and hear it,

I listen carefully for what comes next.

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What are you afraid of?

Why do you think you can only hear it?

I see it coming; though not many can face it.

It slips into you, and you never notice.

I watched it happen when I was a child; everyone blinded by the lights.

I could still see; unaware of the purpose it carried.

With my eyes now closed, I hear it, but I do not rush.

It is no different from me; it only wants to be seen.

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I dared to open my eyes,

Yet did not meet it directly.

Even now, I must honor it,

As it quietly honors me.

We all crave something; this is no different.

Let it not be forgotten, yet never claimed;

Receive it as it is meant to be,

Not as those before me failed to.

Meaningful as it is... how could I only be the one?

I close my eyes and I hear it!