Blackout, fall down, find the wall.

Knockout, lights on.

Can you hear me?

Dropout, fallout, lost and found.

Time’s up, lights off.

Can you hear me?

Reach out, count down, confuse me.

Game’s up, give up.

You will not refuse me.

I write because

words are my expression of pain.

I write because

though my voice is small

in words I am not voiceless.

Poetry is the voice of pain,

And pain rejects silence.

Stand out, burst out, find the will.

Lights up, mic up.

You can hear me now.