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