'hushed'
They’ve gone silent
These voices in my head,
For the first time
I don’t remember what they said
Did their words dry up?
Or did my ears decide to not acknowledge them?
They’ve gone silent
I can hear myself think
Dissimilarity for the first time in years
Nothing is being said…
Drifting along,
Looking at everything around me
Searching for the one thing
That will make sense in
Everything that is senseless
Grasping at straws,
Because they looked promising
Only to find out they were
Empty vessels, noiseless drums
No resonance when you hit on them
Like the voices in my head,
They too have gone silent…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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