Letters & Pixels #22


Speak for Me


You see
through the veneer,
don't you?
Please tell me you see
all the sides
of me
I can't bring
myself
to say out loud.


My voice is like a ghost's
whisper, 
forgotten the second
resonance ends.


I need
a trumpeter.
The brass I
have
in hand
is rusted through.
Stay my deep
breath.
Don't make me
speak
for myself.
 

PS Gear & Jon Wilkening