The sun said hello to me, while the birds sang me their own greeting.
I wanted to respond back but my voice was quickly fleeting.
The night before I remember sleeping but that's all I can recall.
I want to ask what happened but I cannot speak at all.
My thoughts are loud and yet, my voice is so small, it's silent.
To think this once strong voice is now controlled by a vocal tyrant.
The curse and burden of the wind being knocked out.
I wheeze and I cough but my voice is still in doubt.
Thinking of last night I wonder why I have been silenced.
I cannot speak because my thoughts are loud like violence.
I realize now my shouting to battle my inner thoughts, made my voice dissipate, a not-so honorable plot.
I thought the sun said hello but I see now he says so to all.
I thought the birds sang for
me but it's their forever-song.
I wonder why I assumed they were greeting me.
Sometimes I think maybe, it's a symptom of lonely.
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Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
