Are you listening? A lonely voice
echoes off the cliffs of fixed ears
that will only hear if its tune fits.
They called over and over, hoping
in vain for the murmuring of many
distant voices that crowded around,
to tune out nuisance noise; to make
a dent in the deepening declivity
of intentions over obsessions,
which crowd out the loudest of
SOS’s and turns them into the
long ago cries that went nowhere.
A shoulder was tapped, and eyes
were turned, to see past the person
and used machinations to avoid
attentions, and where solidly their
intention was to shield their eyes, and
close their minds from changing.
Forcing the silenced to grieve. Their
loss of a voice voiding their existence.