I didn't pound.
I couldn't pound for whenever I pounded, my ears would start ringing.
The ringing was still, but deafening.
The pounding came back at me. In me.
I did not scream.
I couldn't scream for whatever I did no one would respond.
The ringing the ringing!
Too hard to hear my thoughts.
How can I become heard.
Weaken the thin glass separating more than just touch.
The blood on my hands can’t paint a message in the sky.
My tears won’t flood the room
Headaches never leave
To orate my trials
I need a voice.
I need to be heard.
I need my strength.