Sebastian Socorro
Arts & Culture Editor

Can you hear me?
I hear the sirens of yore,
The echoes of silenced roars
and the shortened cries for help.

Can you hear me?
Is there anybody in there?
I can’t tell who’s there
and who no longer cares.

Can you hear me?
I’ll ask it one more time,
I doubt it’ll change now.
I’ve lost all my reason and rhyme.

I can’t hear you.
You’re far from me.
Soon you will disappear.
Soon you’ll be dead.

I can’t hear you.
There must be something wrong.
I can’t be alone, not that again.
I’d rather be blind than deaf.

I can’t hear you.
Don’t leave me.
Don’t do it again.



Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol. 48 Issue 07 on January 30th, 2018