the soapbox awaits
i trudge once more
breathe my wisdom on the crowd
the sound of apathy deafening
he sips his coffee
the paper rustles with contempt
undaunted i speak again
my words fall out of me
begging for a life
but the disinterested slurp
swallows them whole
and their precious moments are spent
bursting to cinders on his tongue
like moths in open flame
"What did you say?"
at last! a breakthrough
my heart leaps in anticipation
the soapbox shudders with delight
my slippers quake with joy
power bubbles in me
the words, their potent majesty poised for a
cosmic journey of understanding
errupt in my spirit and press against my throat
the thrill, my ecstasy mounts
i will be heard!
the mouth opens to unleash the symphony of persuasion
my mind and body tingles with pending victory
my lips hang agape
each word choking in my throat
stoppered by disinterested fangs in toast
the painful silence overwhelms me
i step down from the box
and bleed out what is left of speech
"More coffee, Love?"
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