the birds sound
frantic
repeating the
same notes in
a succession of
shrill cries

or maybe
it is just
me
maybe it has been
so long since
i heard my own
voice i fail
to recognize
i have been
shouting the same
cries for help
until it became
background noise

crisscrossing
my way through
the city
stumbling from
blue skies to
jagged rain
repeating the same
tired expressions
knowing nobody
cares to hear