Thoughts Unspoken The voices… they’re a little quiet these days You’d think I’d be happy they’ve given me some leeway but I see the real truth I see what’s at play They’ve given me space so that they may see the results of the hands they have played Hushed thoughts laid onto pillows next to sleeping ears Left unaware as to the origin of this seeping fear, there’s this feeling here, and it just sits on my chest, beneath the cusp of my breast making rest all but unattainable The voices are quiet but they know I still hear the echoes Whisperings turned into bellows I’m searching for the source, looking over to my fellow man, is he responsible for this madness at hand? Or is it just me diving into madness again and again and again, while the world goes on and pretends that I’m okay or maybe they don’t know that I’m not All my words are laced with contentment and deceit I even do a dance with my happy little feet I see no way out of this bed full of lies All I can do is smile
Jean-Sebastien Surena is a poet and spoken word artist hailing from Queens, NY. He published his debut chapbook Quarantined Thoughts in 2021. A short film based on one of its pieces, “Unbroken,” has been selected to 4 different film festivals and has received awards. You can connect with Jean and view some of his work @jeanthemachine_ on Instagram. This poem, “Thoughts Unspoken,” is taken from a longer sequence of poems, Into the Deep,