Voices, no longer existing
Except within my mind
I've kept them all here, inside,
Hoping that one day they might all return
But silence still falls
And I am lonely.
So I collect more, in the hopes that they all will return
But the silence is deafening.
Still, no voices ring out
Or cry out in pain.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
My trophies no longer speak.
Not to me, not to each other
Something is wrong
And I am still lonely.
Collecting more, I wonder if these will talk
Later I find they won't.
But for now I'll collect, and jar them
And sing to my lonely, lonely self.