push
my throat
pushes on itself
into a choke
with the weight
and the shame
of knowing
that i could be
somewhere else
farther
so i make noise
just an
underlapped hum
in the crowd
with hope that
maybe one day
it is loud enough
that im pushed
to the front
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
