losing my voice
makes me
think it is eternal
makes me
numb
dumb
constricted
confined
losing my self
makes me
think I deserve it
makes me
slip
tip
tilt
and fall
every fever peak
is a roaring abyss of silence
every valley,
murmuring paradise
to speak
to convey
my emotions, wishes and desires
erosion's
of my soul
take it away
and I withdraw into my shell
of me, lamenting my torture
or is it a gift?
maybe even I
have to learn
"Voiceless is not Worthless"
for I shall never be
wordless
