Speechless

I lost my voice to last night’s concrete,
falling prey to the dead-end alleys and downtown lies.
Bullied into submission by false wisdom,
head slammed to a cold floor of sickness.

I am surrounded by addicts.
Mouths that can’t speak without selfishness,
hands that can’t embrace without something in return.
Sincerity crumbled down honey-suckled fists,
and hardened beneath all of our feet.

Why speak.

When my heart is strummed onto broken ears.
I am frozen,
with no one left to hear.

 

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28 comments

  1. A wonderful reflection of these wonderful times… When the self has been taught to take for the benefit of ONLY that same self…well, the road is dark and long, but eventually runs it’s course. I pray we’re at the end of the concrete…the wake up may be rough but it is needed. Let your words lead our charge!

  2. Mouths that can’t speak without selfishness,
    hands that can’t embrace without something in return.
    Sincerity crumbled down honey-suckled fists,

    tight…some great descriptions there jes…this is heavy with feeling as well…and how sad to have no one left to hear…

  3. Mouths that can’t speak without selfishness,
    hands that can’t embrace without something in return.
    Sincerity crumbled down honey-suckled fists,
    and hardened beneath all of our feet.

    Why speak.

    Deep, moving and a strong write!

    1. Thank you Louise. It is sad we have to feel that way sometimes but it is always good to share your voice and keep making a beautiful noise 🙂

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