Crowded places
People talking
Over my head
Or inside my head?
Hushed noises
Rippled voices
Where is mine?
My heartbeat rises.
I was in an island
Overpopulated but isolated.
The guests, uninvited;
The owner, never found.
People talked over and over
Voices familiar, the guest, the resident
But never the owner
Search, the island said.
I screamed, I cried
Nobody heard a single note.
My voice was me but
My voice was never mine.
Search, the island said;
The residents dangerously ahead.
But in the end,
The owner was never found.
The owner
Was buried dead.
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