Continuum Crew

I am not one of

that number

my friend.

I was never part of      it. 
I made my own way,

you gave me a name, and it was

false.

Too many cliches describe
the experience of being
surrounded by
silence.

What words have not been over-used
to describe what it is like to have no voice?

Laryngitis.

Permanent.

Where is the pen and paper to communicate?
Well, they will not read.
How about if I sign it out?
They will not look.
They will not listen.

So what then?

What is to be done to alleviate this
singularity of self?

Awash in blue light.