"bends as it must,
but sturdy. doesn't break."
my voice is hoarse,
broken and I'm sure
it's just a little
too loud.
I cringe at my
obvious lack of
skill at speech.
I shift uncomfortably
as you're surely
wondering
what someone like me
has to offer
a world where
so many artists
use speech
and sound
to convey their
piece.
I look at you again.
what are you doing
in a place
like this?
I can almost see
your foot tapping
out a rhythm to
whatever must
be the music
playing in the room.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoesíaYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
