He Leads With His Stomach Poem by Sue Sure

He leads with his stomach
She leads with her chest
Don't know if they talk much
it's hard to digest.
And there are all these tones of regret.
nobody gets together, unoffered neglect
I am not to say a word
I'm not anyone there
and I'm no high and mighty source, I have no right
but I can't help, but wonder
why it's so quiet every night.
To what detriment, to what misfortune lay these bounds
I'm never there, so is anyone else around?
I should speak a breathe, but I think speaking
is better than smoking silent cigarettes.
To put on a show, I'm the great void,
I might as well act like I get all the noise,
but I know nothing and I can't speak
It's just the outlines of tragedy that bothers me
And I can't say a word,
But it seems that voices are unheard cause they're unspoken.