Open Mic Scream

I never wanted to be

that writer

that stands at the mic

shaking with irrelevance

before I even move my lips

the only possible

outcome folding up

like a deck of cards

with no ace

and this alone is

hearing the dial tone

of a fame I can’t obtain

some kind of writer I am

only being able

to scribble

to hear my own echo

the corona virus

made it so my words

would reverberate

off of walls that don’t vibrate

when I was quarantined

in a hospital room

my writing was the

only way to scream

I never wanted

to be this unknown

pen to paper

ripping up the untold