Poem 69

i don’t have the will

to speak anymore

my voice is gone

swallowed in the noise

so i look

i try to listen

to others

louder than i ever was

i don’t understand

their sentences merged

into one another

as if they were meant to

complete each other

yet no sense comes

out of it

or is it

they are so confused

so confusing

it’s clear to me

they are meant to be

not for all

yet for so many

of which i am none