Voice

Scratch. Scratch.

You can feel something gnawing from inside.

Feeling of restlessness.

You want to say something.

But no words come out.

Mind seeks meaning.

Body seeks redemption.

Empty world.

Shallow soul.

Meaningless life.

I was not meant to be this way.

This is not me.

I see a stranger everyday in the mirror with a familiar face.

Sell soap.

Pander beauty.

Where are the lost causes?

Unheard screams?

I must.

I would.

I will find my voice once again.