What Must the World Say

The voices of many collide into catastrophe

Sing symphonies of busted blow horns

My ears bleed but if I show they may scream more

So I tape up my wounds and stand up straight and take the gusts

Because I must

But I nearly topple over

I have urges to sob in my chest, my eyes, my breath

Too many to account within my own

My books are spilled

The words tumbling about

I have run out of ink in my brain

I no longer hear what the world must say

What must I say

My mind has gone blank

The braveness has drained out of me

As the song plays like a sick imitation of heaven

Answers

I wished for answers

And now I have them

Which do I choose when contradiction stirs confusion rather than opinion

I hear

I hear

The many

I hear

And yet my mind is blank

My ears feel numb

My question lies without solution

What must the world say when I can say nothing

And what does nothing say