Voiceless
Night touches me platonically,
no subtle flirting to seduce me into slumber.
Memories cut through moments
and I cling to an ├йp├йe, fencing them off
on the bed, miles away from sleep.
Disoriented feet leap, I take ten steps
and reach my bedroom window тАФ
the screen that lets the outside in,
but fails to get the inside out.
In no time, the sky turns bright blue.
The city comes alive.
Birds, almost ten species, sing. I listen
intently. Tires screech, people chatter,
hawkers call out, vessels clatter,
a road roller grunts,
a hammer hits an iron bar, it hurts тАФ
I'm right here. I hear. I'm listening.
I speak.
No one listens.
I scream.
No one hears.
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