Heartbreak Poem: Bitter Void

I've sat in this dark room before

Staring at all the faces on the wall

Squinting my eyes

But the faces are becoming harder to see

The gas they use

Like I'm the pest

Engulf the room and me with it

Leaving my body behind

Empty

For the taking

I've sat in this dark room before

But never like this

Never with my eyes wide

And my mind awake

As if for the first time

I can finally see

And those faces on the wall become clear

But I don’t have the words to liberate them

Because when I go to speak

My tongue is gone

As if the price to pay for my sight

was my voice

Micah Hein is Deputy Features Editor. Email them at feedback@thegazelle.org.

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