Solitary Confinement

To all the 

Unheard voices

I have been

Answering. 

For all the 

Unsent letters 

I've been waiting 

To be replied-

Invisible trails

Of ink. 

The Unseen

Things-

At a congregation

Of silence. 

I muffle prayers 

In a corner.. 

With a leash

Around my neck.

Blindfolds and

Gags still intact.