There’s a voice in the middle of this room.
No one can hear it but me.
I tried to reach out to the voice,
Just wondering what story it might hold.
Sometime after, it started making waves.
It only whispered at first,
Then raged with:
Power,
Smoke,
Scream,
Anger,
Action.
The voice of power drew weaker voices into the room.
The voice of smoke brought opaque, smothered tones.
The voice of scream summoned louder, harsher cries.
The voice of anger brought violence into the room.
The voice of action unleashed final chaos.
There’s a voice in the middle of this room.
Everyone can hear it, but no one cares.
It was meant to be calm — silent and at peace —
But it truly extinguished its own charm.
All charm —
Covered in enmity.
All charm —
Smothered by antipathy.