Sometimes I have nothing to say
Like a cloud coming and choking out my voice.
No one hears me
Even when glass shatters on the floor.
When I speak it’s a desperate call for attention
Like a baby bird waiting for a worm.
The boomerang of sound vibrates me to the core.
It doesn’t come back-
…… but in a whisper.
The cloud chokes my need to shout.
So I become silent and have nothing to say.
