Stemmen... Voice !

Yes, this is my voice -
Voice of deft speech
Responding to eyes'knot
and rhetoric of hands.
A chain of words spoken -
Voice that asserts
One thing or the other.
This is my voice.


But, in a silence
When my eyes go dark,
Another, more importunate
Voice I hear -
A voice torturing every wire in my brain,
Lipped like a hooter at midnight
To shatter the dark of my being.


It's a voice lonely
Beyond expression
Where a wolf moans for ever its grief
At the wilderness moon -
a voice that would pace up and down
The bereft cells of my memory
In utter lack of rest.


O then, how terrible to look up and notice
You did not hear this agony -
The voice that stains silence with its shriek;
My dumb voice...