monologue

i am a cry for help.  i exist that way for i've no other way to exist.

there's something about screaming silently that is just so calming.

it makes bones reverberate with passion,

only stopping for a pause of air and then continues,

making everything, every part of the body shake with emotion,

an outcry for those who cannot hear me when i speak softly

for fear of being dismissed as i am so often.

i am a cry for help.  with glazed eyes i overlook the world,

unfeeling, unthinking, simply and irreparably unattached.

i've no one to blame but myself,

so i feed myself the blame and dole unto myself the punishment,

punishment that i would be too disgusted to dole unto anyone else

worth punishing for something similar.

i am to bear this as i am, alone.

i am a cry for help.  but whispers are my only weapons,

tears overshadow any confession that i could make,

capturing my voice and heaving sobs until it feels,

or, at least, it feels to me, that i've cried far too much for the problem,

and confessing now would make me look an idiot,

or attention seeking,

and either of those would be worse than struggling onward.

i am a cry for help.  and a cry for empathy.  listen.

Author's Note

WAY different than what i usually write, but i started writing it somewhere else and it kind of grew. i'm not sure how real it is, but it came willingly without too much provoking and so i like it.

Reviews

[OT]

love the refrain of "I am a cry for help" - the font is a little odd lol and I zoomed in to read - but I can certainly vouch for the formatting issues on this site - I tried to change the size on one of mine and all hell broke loose on the page with strange indents and god knows what else - anyways back to the poem - "but whispers are my only weapons" = sometimes they can be the strongest too - a whisper always has a spine-tingling capability - then the ever poignant close - "listen" - nice job!

[Rene Velez]

somber words and thoughts, yes different indeed Free.