The Voiceless In The Voiceless Spell
If they don’t go against
You
They will question your sanity
If you step out of line
The people in the cheap seats
Will question
The state of your mind
Your mind state
They will say you are bonkers
and they will say it to your face
You will be labeled
Are you ok with labels ?
You have to be.
It’s either silence
Or labels
You decide
Pick your poison
Become no one
Or become someone
All the no ones
Think is crazy
Pick your poison
Pick your pain
There is no painless alternative
That’s why you need strength
To express
The center of yourself
To the universe
Remember the ones who fell.
And do it for them
The voiceless
In the voiceless spell.
‘The Voiceless Blossoms’ 36×24” mixed media on canvas. Josepharthur777@gmail.com
