Voice
Voice
All have a voice but few no words.
A force that pushes the heart's thought.
A fire that is fueled by one's wants.
It fights roaring storms to be heard.
It sits at ease till the cloud is clear.
Many have forced lazy dozens into bottles.
Placing fierce thumbs over the top.
Pressing new strength around the clock.
Till it fractures and becomes a flood.
Date Written:
06/07/2018
Copyright © Okunsebor Williams | Year Posted 2018
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