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A Voice

As the hands of time slowly trod
around the glowing dial
the musty flavor of the air
made the room strangely drier
a growing sense of dread ensued
as minutes turned to hours
silence became my enemy
a voice, all I desired.

picked up on the way home
unsure of what transpired
shackled to the table now
weary and defiled
left to think about my crime
no one would hear my voice
until a measured time expired
the truth it will suffice

What crime have I been charged with
you must respect my rights
or is this a kangaroo court
my fate has been decided
all these thought's and any more
surface with passing time
silence is the enemy
it will control your mind

as silence slowly takes it's hold
of all of your desires
you will withdraw into a ball
confused but happy all the while
letting go of all your cares
is really a simple thing
with out a voice of reason
your future is quite bleak

Footsteps ringing down the hall
steadily growing nearer
all the protests I will make
my voice they'll surely hear
a twist of the door handle
announces fate has arrived
as dread and hope fight for control
of my fragile mind
A blank faced man nods my way
he says"Your free to go"
shocked at hearing someone talk
I just gaped without control

I found my self silent
unable to complain
gratefully I shook his hand
and then got on my way
this was the most boring
two hours of my life
their can be no question
next time I'll use my voice







Written by scopow77 (Scot Powers)
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