Voiceless
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Hello.
I've been waiting for
you for
about three minutes.
You are
earlier than usual.
Are you ready for lunch?
Wait!
I got
a present for
you.
There are days I could scream
scream at the top of my lungs,
scream untuil my voice is gone,
silenced like my voice is now.
I could scream and never be heard,
so I do not even open my mouth.
I watched them walk,
As they talked.
I watched them run
As they glowed in the sun.
They look so delighted
As they are free to do whatever they wanted
Whilist I am down here in the sea,
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say?
And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it?
Who’s going to listen?
I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say?
And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it?
Who’s going to listen?
I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
Dried rust covers the walls turned iron,
covered in hydraulic spurts of super glued wounds,
Had I a thousand mouthes, a thousand tongues,
to speak endless streams of honeyed- or bitter- words to your heart, I would.
Oh, I would!
So, perchance (no matter how meek that chance), you will hear them and be inspired.
No Chalk
© Alexis Dykema
If we could just tell you, it would be easy.
If we could lay down these words like lines of chalk on the sidewalk
Most of us would.
Our voice has been stolen from us.
We once sounded beautiful to foreign ears,
but in this moment we cannot be heard.
Now my spoken word stutters,
ladened with the lack of coherence.
