Everywhere noise
I turn to scream
But only a whimper escapes.
All around shades must be worn
They act as if they don't see me
Clearly
They don't
Hear
Me
Here and now
In this return to frustration
Because amongst all the noise
They too are struggling to be heard.
I was hungry when I got in.
A ravenous desire lurked deep
But noise
And now my food grows as arctic as my heart
Wants to be
Needs to be
Because again
No one listens
And I am not beyond the fleshy outcropping
God bestowed upon us to hear
Maybe understand in a fleeting moment
There are other things greater than our selves...
©2012clarencecbess
