forgotten messenger

i’m too quiet for this loud world. life sentencing noise behind these bars. ironic how music eases the disturbed. would’ve thought the first drop landed at the roots, an honest remedy.

catastrophe breaking out, submerging me, reducing me to what i thought was once deafened. my voice desperately free for one more time. the last time.

but i faced the sky instead, the home i imagine my thoughts are freely roaming around until they find their rightful owners. releasing a burden filled with wonder. crying, still, that i couldn’t deliver.