Voices
Getting Lost in the Crowd
The world is full of voices
lives and memories
stories
filled with
told by voices
like a beach
voices crashing over one another
like waves
like a symphony
voices crescendo
diminuendo
the brass play too loud
the woodwinds too quiet
like the percussion always there
and always needing a reminder to
stay lower
The loud make themselves known
they shout like
seagulls
like hurricanes and thunder
the quiet get
passed over
washed out
they speak
as if they’ve been told
they can only play pianissimo
the brass play over them
and the percussion
they drown them out
they are the calm ocean at night
unheard, unseen
The world is full of voices
and I’m not loud enough
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