Why do I make sounds

That scratch and screech

Why do I feel a need

To preach

Maybe I don’t

I’m just alone

I want to

S E E

The light is right behind my eyes

I refuse to live,

Unending sighs

Surrounding darkness

Burst of light

In to the

November skies

I want to scream

Out of my eyes

Would you understand?

My tones divide

Flickering light

In darkness bides

An empty stomah

But a full mind

Slam slam poem by Drew Natalia