Voiceless – prompt poem

They all talk, I look on and open my mouth

It shuts again quickly, I listen instead

Try as I might I cannot join in

Despite the words that shout in my head

No time like the present, you’ve a right to be heard

My stomach twists as I gear up to speak

Then the moment passes, I’ve missed my chance

I sink deeper into shadows, there’s no room for the meek

A hundred people surround me, yet alone I still sit

Slink away from the crowds, retreat to the gloom

Replay the events, rewrite my small part

Remember it differently as I stay alone in my room

The real me is in here, just refuses to come out

It hides behind anxiety so the others can’t see

So I sit here and write the adventures I could have

The stories of another fictious character who is me

Written in response to Putting My Feet in the Dirt’s October Writing Prompt No #6

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/10/01/october-2019-writing-prompts/