fear, despair, and apathy within the echo chamber
I’m muted snowfall
not a whisper
your dutiful servant
I will comply
you inquire deeper
I offer surface
still, you insist
my voice matters
I demur again
not from shame
I’m muted snowfall
not a whisper
you pontificate, listening
yet never heard
my cries
***
Written for dVerse Quadrille #85 – Raising our Poetic Voices, hosted by whimsygizmo. Other poets have contributed here.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Great poem! The story of so many of us… hearing, but feeling inadequate to speak! Well done.
It is a sad road to walk alone!
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Enjoyed the perspective of this BARRY, very strong! Apprpriately focsed, and thanks for sharing your voice. Well written!
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You had me at this stunning first line:
“I’m muted snowfall
not a whisper”
LOVE.
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I really feel this one… to not be heard is a feeling by most from time to time, but to be stuck inside that echo chamber is like that nightmare when you scream while no sound surfaces
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