A haughty nasal British accent clipped the beginning and flattened the vowel resulting in years of my younger brother clinking my juice cup and uttering "Jaws."
Why is it That the single thing I hear Above all else-- Above the raucous, boisterous, Many-voiced, rumbling, Soul-shattering, bone-shaking sound-- Is your silence, Cold as stone, And devoid of consideration? While others encourage me on, See me in golden glory, All I can feel is a terrible, Crippling, festering wound That let's me know I haven't achieved All I set out to do. I'd play the Martyr If I thought it would do Your heart any good.
Why is it
ReplyDeleteThat the single thing I hear
Above all else--
Above the raucous, boisterous,
Many-voiced, rumbling,
Soul-shattering, bone-shaking sound--
Is your silence,
Cold as stone,
And devoid of consideration?
While others encourage me on,
See me in golden glory,
All I can feel is a terrible,
Crippling, festering wound
That let's me know I haven't achieved
All I set out to do.
I'd play the Martyr
If I thought it would do
Your heart any good.