Volumes and sounds
thundering and loud
forces of the many
escaping a single
human yet not humane
mouth
They all rise to the sky
terrorizing the clouds
until slashing and clashing
ultimately crashing
I am obliterated
by those lengths
which my vocal strings
can never hope to sing
They remain resonating
their power never waning
by force of exhaustion
I sleep through them
and awake to find
that what has become
whispers to my ears
could turn the world
into ashes
I am afraid
you cannot cup your hands
and sliver fleeting secrets
to me no more
Stronger and denser
they are evolving
beating their way
into my bleeding eardrums
reverberating through my skull
I can no longer
hear my own self
It is the very language
which we bridge with life
that has taught me
how to distance myself
into death
I beg and ask from silence
to come
soundlessly
And despite it all
you reach out your hands
like a beggar might
demanding
my speech
I cannot hear my own self
thus how am I even to fathom
what it would mean for one
to speak.
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Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right
PoetryRelying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjoi...
