Tuesday, October 7, 2014

My Voice

My Voice

an open book
            a shuttered heart.
a silent soul
gets torn apart
in a moment of uncertainty.

I use my voice
To chatter alone,
No one listens,
            As my tale unfolds,
So I keep it to myself.

It is my voice alone,
            It belongs to me.
I shout to the heavens,
            In a silent plea
That someone other than me, hears me.

It matters not
            If you hear what I say.
I’ll still whittle away the hours,
            I’ll still whittle away the days,
Using my voice for only me.

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