David Ramos 

My mouth wrapped with tape:

Every day no speech.

Seeing the people around me,

their mouths taped also,

Why does this have to happen to me?

An unformed man,

intimidating and important

says, “Go back and wait.”

Fearful, I went back in a hurry.

Cold as the night,

I regret my time has come,

The air escaping through my body,

Hatred enters aside,

Fatigue overcomes,

I guess I should sleep and only hope for a dream.