The Forlorn Poet

There are a million voices out there.

They tell me many things.

Joyful days and happiness.

The comfort that it brings.

 

There are a million voices out there,

Far too many lost and sad.

An endless sea of heartbreak

Jilted lovers raging mad.

 

There are a million voices out there,

A few are soft and quaint.

But most are loud and boisterous

As they express frustration and complaints.

 

There are a million voices out there.

I listen for the boys and girls

Though I find they’re often drowned out

By the chaos of this world.

 

There are a million voices out there,

For some you have to listen really hard.

They belong to all the outcasts.

The wounded, weak and scarred.

 

There are a million voices out there.

And I wonder, filled with fear

If the only voice that can break me free

Is one I cannot hear.

 

©) Steve Sandoz