Empty.
A dull, mis-colored penny in the dirt that that no one will pay
attention to,
I was a vacuum sucking in everyone elses’ emotions except for
my own.
Trapped in a cage alone.
Nothing but my thoughts to keep me
company,
And let’s be honest, those were like that annoying uncle that
always stayed too long,
Telling boring stories about his youth; nobody cared
to hear them.
Though they were poems in themselves that could not fathom
themselves into stanzas;
My pen weeps ink for those that go unheard.
I
never understood why the caged bird sung songs that fell on deaf ears.
You
might as well tear off its wings,
It will struggle to remember what wind
feels like,
It will never be free,
But I will still sing!
My flat
lullaby’s will tuck me in at night,
And I will dream of a place where
everyone is deaf.
Communicating only with emotions and eyes painted with
tears,
Our fears will be on our sleeves,
And no one will have to say
goodbye when another leaves,
It’ll be understood that they will be missed.
But eventually, I will have to wake up to a world that only notices when
people smile.
