I stutter and can not remember my name.
Its been long since I heard my coarse voice.
My soul dreads the echo of my heart,
Its rhythemic thumping makes sure I remain deaf.
I try to speak but words betray me,
'I am Fine' is all I can whisper to queries.
I hide behind books and music
Polite conversations rips my soul apart.
I smile to avoid, I nod to reassure, I breath to exist and write to confess.
Walking on eggshells I ignore this loathing silence.
Deaf and mute I wander in this maze of daunting dominos.
If I am gone before the next dawn you witness, I shall leave a whisper behind, listen to me and answer me, a whisper is all I beg.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem