Voiceless
No one listens.
No one will care.
I am unheard,
my voice too soft.
It's just one of seven billion,
who would care?
No one.
That is, when you are breathing, with a heartbeat.
When you are burried,
without heartbeat,
or a breath,
six feet under,
your
words seem to matter so much more.
Funny, how only when you're dead
people start to listen...
Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2012
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