I hate sore throats
Where my voice
Is on complete mute.

Don't get me wrong
I love the silence,
Just silence.

I hate the memories
Comes with being
Voiceless.

The dry raspy
Gravel sounding
Voice.

The struggle
Of saying full
Words.

It's like a
CD skipping
A musical note

      Due to a scratch on the disc.

I hate the memories
Of a sore throat,
Where everything started...

              The memories of being
               Unable to speak or scream
                I hate the memories
                  Of a sore throat