How Much Noise?

I see wrongs, and I shout throughout my orbit.

For what little ripples my voice makes,

I have to lie to myself about the power I have to keep trying.

And I keep trying.

I could start screaming,

People are dying,

And living through torture.

I would call them forgotten,

But they weren’t ever acknowledged to begin with.

But, I have done that before,

And it shuts doors.

So I slide into the cogs of the world,

While more people are lost.

Justice can be loud,

And quiet,

But there must be justice.

Even if we only make it for our own,

Without a sound.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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