Shout

Shout,

you cannot be heard,

your ridiculous words

a weakness to be exploited

by the beings inside

who poison your mind

wish only your vice

be brought into light

so that others will cry

to bring day into night

to rip open the sky

and bring panic and fright

Shout,

you cannot be heard,

your innocence worthless

your piety anguish

bringing pity on yourself

a torrent of foam

spewing straight from their mouths

to the depths of your soul

with its cracked and torn hull

ripping open your chest

never time to invest

in tape to hold shut

Shout,

you cannot be heard,

wouldn't it be absurd

to announce beyond grave

all the time that you saved

whispering praise

to the damned and depraved

so instead give a shout

to the world still around

the dirt and the worms

as you get blown all about

wind carrys you straight from the urn

Shout,

you cannot be heard,

except to your own ears

to your own dreary fears

which shrivel with cheers

so shout them all back

run amok with no tact

speak your riddle in fire

ponder deep all the while

as chaos takes over

how that tiny green clover

hears your shout all over the world

-mine