Lost Voices

I chose Silence over calamity.
I wished I had opted for the second choice.
Maybe then,I wouldn't have been fed with a silver spoon all my life.
I don't know how to talk,I lost my voice when I betrayed the world.
I thought it was okay,I did the right thing
But there's this thin line between justice and rightousness.
My murky hollow orbs stare blankly at my scarred hands
They're seemingly clean,untainted even
No one noticed I guess,
No one cares enough to notice,
They should've picked me instead
They should've picked feeble apathetic people like me
People whose only interest is to sympathize with others,and dig their graves behind their backs
Is it hypocrisy?
No,it's humanity.
I's peace.
It's serenity.
It's Reality.
It's my deaf world.
I can't hear the world cries.
I'm deaf.
I can't see the despair in their eyes.
I'm blind.
I can't remember the massacre they lived
I'm demented.
I can't reason out what's happening
I'm a mentally ill person.
I'm terminal
Yet I'm Lethal.
Maybe someday,someone other than me,other than the likes of me
would be their Panacea.
I'm sorry I couldn't be that person
I'm sorry I chose silence
I'm sorry I chased lost voices.
But even my apology sounds insipid
and I have no excuse for that.

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sleepingprince
#1
This is so deep. You'are a talented poet . So well expressed . Beautiful piece of art