A Silent Voice

A Silent Voice

I laid my voice upon the ground

where ink once bloomed in every sound

the paper waited for my hand

but silence claimed what I had planned

I would not let a machine repeat

the truth that walks on living feet

nor let cold lines pretend to know

the fires that only blood can grow

Each word I write is cut from me

a cost no code will ever see

it takes my breath it takes my skin

to shape the storms that rise within

No screen can taste the midnight air

or feel the weight of my despair

no mimic’s mouth can form the ache

that only beating hearts can make

I will not trade my pulse for speed

or let a circuit plant my seed

the garden I have grown in pain

will never bloom in wires and chain

I stand where silence dares to grow

I speak in ways no ghost can show

my words are scars they do not fade

no tool can forge the things I made

So take the gold the easy way

I keep my voice and will not pay

for every poem I let breathe

is one no shadowed hands can thieve