There is little need

There is little need

To snap to attention

In darkness

Sightless

Soundless

Disconnected.

Hearing aids

Are useless unless worn

The feedback squeal

Is so bloody loud

He can hear nothing else

Over the racket,

So much for Spotify,

The bed is a foreign field

Gone to seed.

In the gloom

Beyond the window

Cars glide by

In silence.

There is little sense

And no solace

In his reluctance

To conform

Nobody cares

Either way

It is becoming easier

To withdraw

To be indisposed

Be deaf and dumb

Draw the curtains

Pull up the covers

Be blind

To the possibility

Of an encounter

As time goes on

It takes more effort

To discharge rancour

And reconnect

With people

It becomes easier

To lie low

Even lower

Way down

Deeper than that

As deep

As he can go

Without sinking

Into the ground