I punch,
I type,
I write and send
my word,
the word unspoken.
Because
I'm not a talker.
Nota bene,
I call,
I yearn,
I desire more espressos!
I shout,
I whisper,
I sing a song.
It's the voiceless song.
Because
I'm not a speaker.
Nota bene,
Don't you listen.
KID McAshri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-tells-poeta-si-racconta/
