Voices

I am a voice

I don’t always make it known

But Neither do a lot of people

I am the silence

Screaming the loudest

In this world of agonized celebrations

And Cries

Can you hear me?

Or do you choose to ignore me?

The deafening silence is more than what you want to hear

Relishing in the symphony of life

Using it as a distraction

I AM CRYING

A silent cry

A whimpered plea

In a silently deafening battle

You refuse to acknowledge

I am the Voice

The voice many can’t find

The voice that says “Hello”

Every morning

Is Gone

The voice that says “I Love You”

Every night

Is nothing more than a memory

Diminished

By the cacophony of celebratory cheers

The rest forgotten

Only to be left in

Silence