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Mute voices

Mute voices struggle in a bottle

where the victims of utterance,

cast ruins into the mind.

Mute voices fight for audience

but faithfulness go astray

The voices glide into the desert.

Sincerity gets trapped

in an arid land.

Busted voices hit the bedrock,

and are spilled into the dept;

buried, forever mute.



Florence Ezekafor View All

I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.

8 thoughts on “Mute voices Leave a comment

  1. Hi Florence, my Nigerian sister

    For a crime to continue unpunished and for an opportunity to be missed, see nothing, hear nothing and do nothing.

    Abdifatah, brother from Somalia

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    • Hello Abdifath!
      That gives a great insight brother, considering the reverse of your comment. We need people whose voices cannot be muted by fear of the unknown to keep talking. There are lots of truths to talk about. Unfortunately we all dread that part for the same reason. We fear for our lives: this gives us the bottle to keep our voices from being heard.
      Thank you for leaving such a comment. It’s thought provoking.


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