Useless-
these vocal cords of mine.
I speak the truth
to deafened ears,
submerged in listless ignorance.
Convinced
of lies draped in fabrications
of a skillful teenage mule:
stubborn and self-indulgent.
My words are crippled
by a deviant's spin.
And forced am I within these walls
and echoing cries
within the halls
of this asphyxiated mind.
Listen--
Their murmurs thought hidden
poison my heart
as I hear their deadly spite.
Clench my chest,
and wring my eyes-
baptized in elusive fears!
Beware,
my gasping sighs.
Author notes
Family problems.
Please tell me what you think
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this was a very emotional poem. It was really emotional too. It really told me how badly you are treated, how you yearn to be heard. I could really relate to this poem, it is such a sad and hard time. Well done on this great write.
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Thanks
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this was a chilling poem... and when I read your author notes it made a heartwrenching kind of sense... I really like the way you have written this, the formatting and the language work very well to create an aura of 'hands over ears, shouting to drown out noise' (well, to me at least, not sure if that was the intention) - I really liked the first stanza, it drew me in completely and the way you continued the theme of voice and words worked well 
Keep writing
Polly
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Thank you very much, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with this one, the hand over ears is kind of what i was going for
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