Broken VoiceBox

 To sit in a corner undisturbed to be quiet to the world

to not know how to speak or scream

 Sitting inside the spaces of my mind

 This is the only place I now find kind

 

No longer can I speak the words I want to say

no longer at night can I ask you to stay

I can't scream your name when you're gone

I've wished to say those three words for so long

 

 

The melodies that use to be I can not sing

For only small grunts and whines can my voice bring

The lovely lullabies that covered my screams

they could only now be found in my deepest dreams

 

 

A lifeless broken shell is where now I lay

my story is done I have no more to say

I've fought but now I can not talk

Now it's just my dark mind and my broken voicebox  

Author's Note

Please tell me if there are any grammer mistakes and tell me what you think of this piece. Thankyou!

Reviews

[Vatsayayana]

Again I fully admit grammar is not my forte. ~chuckling~
Still can't diagram a simple sentence to save my life. :-)

But this piece is exceptionally sorrowful. The flow of your words easily immerses the reader into a dark recess. Almost like you're vying for light, but you can't get out. Caught. Helpless. Trapped. Broken.
Your imagery here is exquisite. Painfully sharp and crystal clear.