The Voice of Nothing
Locations
Helpless, alone,
forced into solitary.
Confined
from the best of humanity.
Fists, words
flying, cutting, bruising
my flesh, my mind,
disfiguring my view
of my own reflection.
I would give it all
to be noticed.
Inside, I scream,
but I go unheard.
To them, I am nothing.
I am a hindrance, a nuisance.
My voice is muffled
by the sea of soulless faces.
Monsters
in the dark.
Their whispers tighten
around my throat.
"You are nothing,"
they say.
"You have no voice, no choice."
But I do have a voice.
From my prison
I have a voice.
I don't retaliate.
I fight in silence.
My prayers are heard.
My lips may be sealed,
but my thoughts
they rush forward.
This cascade,
this voice,
spawned from a pit
of nothingness.
I know now
that I have a voice.