voiceless

there's a certain desperation

that comes with not being heard

 

--it's a clawing at the throat

a screaming at the top of your lungs

a surge of energy

a stream of tears

 

it's desperate

wanting

repetitive

 

and you just want

to make sure

this time

you'll be clearer

you'll speak louder

scream harder

 

for if you do

somebody will listen

somebody will understand,

maybe

 

and you scream

and scream

and garble all your words

til there's nothing left

til all that remains is a mish mash

of half spoken truths

an amalgamation of

everything and nothing--

 

a desperate plea

resonating

regurgitating

 

hear me.