Anxious Voices Hayden Burnside

My voice bellows loud, louder than the trumpets from on high My voice screeches high, higher than clouds at their apex in the sky. Yet, why does my voice get suffocated in the endless ocean waves crashing on the jagged coast of chatter.

When my voice yells out, but nobody listens, did it even happen? Did my point matter, and if my point doesn’t matter, do I even matter?

Can anyone hear me, or do they even want to?

When no one wants to hear me, my thoughts, words and body become useless. Only a slave to the people that know, because they scream the loudest, they control my past, present, and future

The voice is strong, strong enough to move mountains, yet my voice, my weak-bodied voice, scratches only the tiniest pebbles

Why is my voice not heard?