Thunderstorm.
In the dark room
A splash of light.
I saw a crawling person,
Easily a white/blue- collared one
with a worried look on the face
'Who's there?'
I questioned.
Silence dominated the space.
'Hey there, I can't hear you,
what on earth are you trying to say?'
No response.
Minutes later
There was another light, a blinding
one,
I could see a group of middle
-aged people
Holding on to their throat.
'Voice, our voice we lost our
voice, we're looking for our voice",
I imagined the thunder
reply on their behalf.
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