Sound of Silence - Contest
Why do they ignore me
I am speaking straight at them
Why are my words turning back at my lips
Even when. I try and try again
My voice it has left me
Panic rises in my throat
How, what, when, why did this happen
Will it return, I have a doubt.
I don't smoke cigarettes, or drink so much
An odd wine is all I take
Saw a consultant he is baffled
This silence is like a funeral wake
So I touch an arm to be noticed
I try to explain using my hands
People jump when surprised by my forwardness
Then they see the anguish, they understand
I know when I try to talk it's a jumble
Of noises making no sense at all
So silent I will remain and so humble
To talk is a most beautiful thing, I recall.
So look after your voice, no more
abusing it with chemicals as in cigarettes.
To be silent makes you very lonely
To lose ones voice is a huge regret.
Penned 9 August 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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