Voiceless
Does my voice sound muffled every time my heart is in trouble?
Does my voice sound like a mouse who comes out at dead night?
How I wish to scream at the top of my lungs.
Yet the frequency would be senseless,
since it traveled in space, that's covered in pitch of darkness.
YOU ARE READING
The Independent Letter
PoetrySelf made poem for those who've always been so independent and never asked for help to anyone, hoping that one day they would see your struggles and problems.
