Muted

I spend most waking day
with a muted voice
listening to others chatter.
My world is a silent refrain
ignored by all around me.
I watch and I listen
but no sound do I utter.
I walk as invisible
to all that surround me
and only the empty walls
know how my world feels
in my shell of silence.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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