The dogs are barking again
those mutts speaking their peace
waking up an otherwise quiet early evening
They are like the rest of the world to me
Loud and unashamed
but never misunderstood
Silence is the worst death possible
being mute, a slow poison
Especially when you finally decide to speak up a bit
Because you can't remember how it goes
how the lips are supposed to move
And the sounds are not like a song
but a warning siren
telling others to ignore or leave
So you shut up and hide away, quietly angry
at how easily voice comes to those who use it too much
And frustrated that you might have scared off
the only ones who ever gave an ear
in the first place
I hope I'm mistaken but something tells me I'm not
I'll spare the surprise and say I like her
because at this point
I'd rather someone knew it before they ran away
from the shrill screech of me
trying to express myself
Too many times I watched them walk up to me
and continue on their way
I'd sooner be so wrong
Than proven right out of stagnation
Oh regret, you dance around me now
mocking
and daring me to hide
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