Roll Call Poem by Chrissy Horning

Blank pages of a disgruntled novel
Words scribbled with invisible ink.

A hollow echo of a muted scream
No collected thoughts left to think.

Beliefs shackled by the morality police
To a faceless crowd I make my stand.

Diffused energy and a weary soul
Depleted by the 'helping hand'.

Trudging through a recurring dream
Legs that don't run despite the pain.

Existence arrives to take attendance
A mouth that refuses to acknowledge my name.