chatter

what happens when you have no more words to say? 

nothing you can say? 

you desperately grapple for something, anything:

weather/food/school/life   

so much pointless chatter  

filling up the empty space 

the gaps in conversation glaring 

a society wide failure 

just like this poem... 

what is the point 

of this rambling rant?  

 

silence.  

 

silence is the point.  

the quiet closing in  

crawling down my throat  

choking back the words   

making my tongue heavy 

lips numb. 

 

I can feel it coming  

fight  

fight  

 many words  

afraid  

of silence  

end  

of my voice 

silent past  

creeping back 

talk   

and chat 

and sing  

and scream  

and gasp  

for breathe   

 

silence  

strangles 

 words  

I long  

to form  

syllables  

 can  

no  

longer  

speak. 

 

all 

gone 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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