Speechless

Speechless

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

I wish I had a voicebox
Oh
I wish I had a voicebox
The things I would say? Ha.
Well. First of all I'd clear my throat.
Breathe the air in deep
And hold it in.
I'd want to be prepared.
Next I'd make a phrase.
Say it loudly so that everyone could hear me.
I'd use clear words, complex and mundane.
Vocabulary is something I'd remember today.
But no one would listen.
Not a single word.
What was that?
Did someone say something?
Quiet down I'm trying to speak
Let me think, let me breathe
If I could just say something to you
I wouldn't even waste my time
Saying how your hair flows down like a princess
And I fell in love when I was seven years old
And you wore that little dress
And how everyone's a fake copy of the things they hate
And if you were ever suffocating you could take my breath away
The way your smile lights up your face
And I could be with you everyday
Till we waste away
But oh no.
I can't seem to speak.
If I only had a voicebox.

© 2009 Hunter Zabbai


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Added on December 28, 2009
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Hunter Zabbai
Hunter Zabbai

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