Redundancy

circa 03

My words seem very redundant
They are all caught up in my throat

I keep asking the same question
that never gets an answer

Does anybody see me here?
Can anyone hear my screams?

My cries of pain and anguish
fall upon deaf ears

My words are soft but with
rough intent

I express myself with the loudest voice
possible with merely a crayon of white

No black on white
white on black

Nothing is clear to me
everything is white on white

and seems misshapen and
disheveled to me

My words are very redundant
they are all caught up in my throat