Whisper Orchestra

Wed, 07/04/2018 - 13:19 -- kc0532

I play songs of thunder for the whisper orchestra

Little loud loud me drowning out silent masses

With a voice that echoes through bones that are just my own against a number uncountable

Unaccounted for

I play songs of silence for the whisper orchestra

Little mute mute me drowning in hushed masses

With a silence that cuts through air that is taken in by me against the words unspeakable

Unspoken for

I play songs of self-reflection for the mirror

Little numb dumb me whispering the chorus

With a symphony that sticks to my teeth and allows me to see nothing but unfriendly

Unabashed criticism

Only through organized words do such emotions become clear

Unrealized potential

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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