Without a Voice

 

Without a voice, I stand alone.

Obsolete with the dead air, listening to the silence whisper.

Yearning to be sleeping, dreaming,

when I am high or low, I want to be screaming.

Imagine a garden with a sea of jade,

the sound of laughter ringing,

hearing the voices, hear them sing,

I hope to join them one day.

Push me harder, dig into deeper,

the fire erupts in your mouth,

as the words crawl into my mind,

echoing through the walls of my archive of vanished joy,

No sound comes out, I can’t yell back.

How I ache for your fist, for the sound of the slice,

I can’t say what I want to say,

it’s never fair,

it doesn’t matter anyway.

I will crouch in the corner of where life used to reside,

and I will converse with the reflection in my head,

She always listens.

Living without a voice, a figure of desperation,

I have always asked why, oh why,

What forsaken reason did I become this way?

When you don’t have a voice,

the pain boils in your eyes,

the only thing that needs no sound.

Author's Note

I wrote it quickly, so I apologize for it not being as well planned out. With that said, it reflects how I feel at the moment.

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