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Nothing but a Silent Orange

Poetry By: parkelis
True confessions


I am a dud, there but not there. I don't make my presence known, wafting through the days, months, years till my presence isn't there any longer.


Submitted:Feb 25, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 6    Likes: 5   


Yesterday, I hurt myself with my own words.

How ironic since I never talkā€¦

Too afraid to share my voice

Because of impediments.

Lisp,

Yes, or should I say, 'yeh, yep, uhuh'

Always thinking through my sentences,

Refraining from saying any word with an 's' in it.

I walk in the door

And that damn lisp is the first thing and the last thing you'll hear,

The only thing you'll remember.

I also mutter, under my breath,

Sometimes over my breath,

But never on purpose.

I ramble, talking on and on,

Too fast for anyone to understand,

Even me.

I cannot speak.

I am inarticulate,

But it's not that I don't try.

I can't verbalize,

I'm stuck in a silent bubble,

Which remains silent - so eerily silent -

Until I pop, embarrass myself,

And become a recluse in a new bubble.

I'm stuck.

I need help,

But I can't even ask for it.

Yesterday, I hurt myself with my own words.

I cried because I had a thought

Of how I can't talk.

And I'll cry again today

And every day I can't speak,

And at how in so many ways,

These impediments will forever hold me back.





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