this low light does not feel right.

a poem i wrote when i felt like i wasn’t being listened to — or better yet heard.

Photo by Rohan Makhecha on Unsplash

i wonder why nobody seems to understand me

and i’m not in search of the spotlight

but this low light

does not feel right.

do you have a voice

if no one listens?

my head spins a record like

outer space rotates the stars

and i believe in me

but what does that mater

if i am all alone in a world

that bleeds harmonies?

☽