Can You Hear Me?

The wind is slightly blowing,

and my mouth is in disbelief.

But the light stopped glowing,

and the silence is like a thief.

All of the voices are fading away,

but their hum is still in the air.

I am in the corner waiting for an "Okay",

and then the world seems to stare.

The hush comes after the fall,

and my thoughts spin in my mind.

The little child who started to ball,

to the moment where he went blind.

The memories scream at me, 

but the sound won't follow.

All I can do is see,

that my shield is hollow.

The sun eventually comes,

and then the hum is growing loud.

The sound is like a plum,

in which the juice is a heavenly cloud.