Fringes
Nobody ever listens,
so I stopped talking at all;
Fading to invisible,
but oddly comfortable;
Reached out, nobody was there;
Left on the fringes of thought;
Silence revealed what was real.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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