Voiceless

I watched them walk,

As they talked.

I watched them run

As they glowed in the sun.

They look so delighted

As they are free to do whatever they wanted 

Whilist I am down here in the sea,

As I sing on key

With the fishes and my sisters.

But I want more even if it would give me blisters.

I collect the possessions,

But that still does not satisfy my obsession.

There is a prince on the surface,

But he would never notice me for being a mermaid,

So I sacrficed my voice for tails,

In order to impress this male.

I have only three days to kiss my true love,

And I am doubtful if this is love or just a crush.

Is being voiceless worth it

In order to be human?

 

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