My Voice

November 5, 2012
The silence, though unbearable,
Remains unbroken.
Her quick, nimble fingers
Form words unspoken.

"You can't leave me."
Her stilled hands fall.
Face shattered and cracked;
A lone china doll.

My fingers resist,
They don't want to hurt her,
And that's my undoing.

I crumple like paper,
Fall to my knees.
Shouting silent,
Unintelligible pleas.

Once more I wish
To make some sort of noise.
To say the words I cannot speak,
For her to hear my voice.

"Leave me,
Run away.
You cannot hear what I cannot say."

Her bright eyes flash,
Chin juts decidedly.
She kneels on the ground,
Head bowed beside me.

When our hands intertwine,
I know her choice.
I will be her ears,
And she will be my voice.

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Prometheus This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 22, 2012 at 11:59 am
Another good poem.  The rhythm isn't perfect, especially in the first 3 stanzas, but the rhyme/slant rhyme is very good.  Simple, yet profound: "you cannot hear what I cannot say."  The ending is so cute....haha. Now I want to know more about your life.  Congratulations.  You've hooked me with nothing more than pathos.
705toofdaP This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 27, 2012 at 11:02 pm
Hahaha thanks for reading a lot of my work, Prom :) Your comments are really helpful! Please continue to if you have the time, it helps to have another perspective!
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