A year unrequited.

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.
.