I fear the ringing stopped.
The bell no longer tolls.
I fear the sound has perished..
and I fear nobody knows.
The pain of loss unspoken
sunken feelings now awoken.
repressed and unadorned.
where are you liberty?
has Spain not shed a tear?
What is it happiness?
where have you been all year?
I see it now.
quit clearly.
I see it like a storm.
imagined doom and terrors
deprive me from that which is warm..
I see it whirling around me.
this vulnerability.
this care that's unrequited.
this maiden out at sea
imagined strife and sorrow.
oh bother, woe is me.
I, a deaf parishioner.
alone.
unaware.
unspoken.
blind.
.
