Silent Chains

Voices in my mind

noises mixed as one.

So loud and deafening

at the same time.

Not know which

to listen to.

Your face,

emotionless wax figure

as I speak.

You listen

and don’t hear a word

pouring out my soul.

Company I needed,

but are never present.

Preoccupied with one’s own thoughts,

my words mean nothing

falling on silent ears.

Bottling it deep inside

creates a danger in one’s soul.

Wanting acceptance

to be heard and break free

from the chains in my mind.

Author’s Note: This poem came from times where I want to be heard, but there is no one around to listen to what I have to say. Sometimes all we want is for a person to listen and not to be ignored.