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Echoes in the quiet
They say the world is full of voices,
But mine gets lost among the sound.
A whisper drowned by louder choices,
A silence no one seems to hound.
I walked through halls of hollow laughter,
Their eyes slid past like I was air.
I smiled, and moments later, after,
They left—and I was still not there.
My name, a note they never mention,
My thoughts, a sea they’ll never sail.
They see a mask, not the dimension
Of hearts that hurt but never wail.
I used to scream into the night,
But shadows never do reply.
Now I just breathe—too tired to fight—
And learn to live, not asking why.
Copyright ©
arno niem
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