A Prison Of Sound

The voices down the hall echo
With a silence that shakes my soul,
I am not ready for this emptiness
Of being so alone;

People talk and yell and shout
But never to me,
I am alone in a sea of people
Where sound becomes a prison;

Are they shutting me away
Or am I hiding myself away,
With fewer and fewer connections
My world comes to a stop.

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