Ya heard

I want to be heard
now only these walls to hear
need a microphone
and my lungs to shout
surpressed
maybe a contradcition
before leaving out my front door
from aquaintances more as firends
but feel as if I am better alone
in my bed restraints
maybe it is just
not wanting a crowd
but just one
I am asking for your senses
hearing and seeing
if you don't want to put
touch on the table that is fine
If I was a painter
I would paint the voices
or the voices in my head
voices flow invisible
my impediment brings questions
my speech can only
be seen before and after the storm