It’s a kind of laryngitis
a microscopic invader in the night
that creeped in while you were dreaming
to strangle the words
that once sang within you
like friends who moved away
when you were ten
and now you lie in the dark
wondering what’s become of them
how they’d toss rocks at your window
in the crickety twilight
to come out and play.
Eric Heller has been a teacher, technical writer, and marketing director. Eric’s poems have appeared in US1 Worksheets, Caduceus, Miller’s Pond Poetry, and YourDailyPoem.com, among others. His work has received two Pushcart nominations in the past. Eric lives in New Jersey with his two daughters, a strikingly handsome hound named Finn, and can be found online at https://www.eric-heller.net.