The protective bubble

The bubble says, do you know where I went when I was popping off? But the invisible says, I know where you went. Oh, well, thought the showing off, ye would not have, well, ye would not know why the bubble pops off and come back like a reborn. Oh, oh, oh, chants the merrier, I would have known if you let me. All cheers to everyone, but the bubble says, if we all know each other too well, how could we not know what is the invisible? All is silent for a bit, and the invisible breaks it, He who gives me this gift, believes in me that uses it. Riddle, riddle, they shout, but one man who cannot hear, he signed, SO-MUCH.

© Ismael Mansoor

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This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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