BULLYING

How does it feel to be a victim of bullying?

I threw my voice into the soft clouds.
It bounced and tossed against
the callous climate

My silence screamed out to the
barren landscape.
I opened my mouth shaped
like the moon, knowing the
words to my song.

Instead I see my breath as
a vapour trail, a paroxysm of panic
clinging to the past.

I lost my voice to the miasmic
mutterings falling from a
tortuous tongue.

My voice is barely a whisper now,
the melody maligned,
mourning the rhapsody within.