I have no voice and I must cry

A million rabid voices reside within a vessel

That heat and grow angry at every thought

But before the lips move to produce a sound

A tinier voice of apathy mumbles in a forgotten tone

'Let things be as they are and move on'

So the voice pulls back its brothers in heft

And closes the book on all discussions

Even before they had been formed

Never to utter a confession of love towards a girl

Or talk about deeper pains with loved ones

Keeping mum at every failure, rejection or loss

By the time the voice ends its pace of misery

The others too would retreat and vanish

And I a fool would be left to talk to it alone

But even today I feel its best not to advance

For we were never on speaking terms ever