The Dome of Silence, Revisited
Posted on: February 17, 2014, at 03:51:58pm

So here I reside, in this forsaken dome
The voices outside but faint whispers
As is my voice to all of them
I press against the dome, asking for them
All I receive is a minute response

Through their jovial tones, I see their care
And yet, they still fail to understand it
My voice remains locked away from the outer world
In time, the voices outside merely lose interest
Those voices walk away, never to be heard again

The greatest rarity is the voice that remains
It listens to me, and I to it
I can understand the world outside through it
And it can understand my entrapment
But still, the voice cannot shatter the dome

Inside the dome, the only true voice is mine
A rumbling echo, a reminder of my sole torment
Mine is the voice that reached outside the glass
Reached out into the unknown black, searching
Always grasping one, but always having one slip away

My lament, eternal in the world, continues on
The potent shouts of voices turn to silence
Though interrupted, my isolation shall remain
My one solace is to remember those sweet voices
Before I am consumed by the dome once more

So here I lay, remaining inside this dome
My voice, my soul, my body, my mind
All is locked away within this condemning sphere
My desire is singular: For the dome to shatter
So that I may speak with friends once more

Therefore... I must scream.

I shall make my voice an unending echo
I shall batter this dome to the last breath
I shall scream to those distant voices
And I shall be heard by them.
I will no longer be alone if I scream.

Yet... Do I truly know how to speak?