I don't know why
I bother with my voice,
A soft, pale thing,
That doesn't stretch,
No, it falls far and fast
And quietly.
I can't bring myself to
A single utterance
Worth my breath
And the world's time -
God! There is no time to be
Loud and brash and fiery.
Not when you can seethe
Silently.
They say a choking throat
Shuts you up.
If so then
Will a slit to my throat
Let my voice pour out
Like cold, sad blood?
Yes?
Sign me up.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
I don't know why
I bother with my voice,
A soft, pale thing,
That doesn't stretch,
No, it falls far and fast
And quietly.
I can't bring myself to
A single utterance
Worth my breath
And the world's time -
God! There is no time to be
Loud and brash and fiery.
Not when you can seethe
Silently.
They say a choking throat
Shuts you up.
If so then
Will a slit to my throat
Let my voice pour out
Like cold, sad blood?
Yes?
Sign me up.