Listened To
I hear a voice,
it is my own.
It's strange,
how I am the only one who listens.
The only one who cares,
the only one that knows.
I try to get the word out,
no one seems to hear me.
I guess they'll remember this
when I'll be burried,
in a wooden box,
under a tombstone...
Six feet under.
Then, something I said,
My Unheard,
will be listened to.
Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2012
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