Isn’t it fitting That I lost my voice Since no one hears it anyway Screams muffled by a worn-out pillow Or bouncing around in my skull Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing Until they lose their amplitude and come out as silence With imaginary black tornadoes of smoke. Isn’t it fitting That I lost my voice Since no one listens anyway When I talk to their blue screen-lit faces Or brains absorbed in conversations With people who aren’t boring or perpetually distressed, like I am, Negative, negative, negative, negative I lie in the third quadrant, in the undeveloped picture, A hole cut out into the fabric of the world’s positivity. Isn’t it fitting That I lost my voice Since no one understands anyway Even if they manage to listen, they think they do Curtains stitched out of presumptions When they complete my sentences, and I just agree Nodding, nodding, nodding, nodding Like a bobblehead doll with a hollow plastic body Brain too tired, too halted to bother correcting. Isn’t it fitting That I lost my voice Since I never can speak anyway I'm an inefficient steam engine, I consume Too much and run too little, run out of Steam, words, thoughts, humanity People tell me I'm good with words; but how? When I can never turn myself into comprehensible language That'd probably untangle dark threads of fires Raging, raging, raging, raging Never certain, ever swaying to unknown cacophonies Which may be my own creations. Isn’t it fitting That I lost my voice Since I don't have anything to say anyway This girl is quiet, very reserved, hardly ever talks One day she'll fall off her high horse, mark my words Oh no, it's not attitude, she's just stupidly boring You ask her to talk, make her part of this conversation All that comes out is vague unoriginal remarks, she seems to be Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering That volume's so low anyway It might as well be on mute.
12th April/ (10/30) / Free verse