No one listens to my words
I'm speaking endlessly
Yet no one is there.
Can you see them?
the words i have left behind
more than ink on a page
Or are they forever
lost in time.
Cry for me
please.
I have no tears left
just distant memories
and words that will never be read.
Please.
Stop the ink from making me drown
in my own sorrows.
Because if no one listens
how can i exist till tomorrow?
The imagery that you used in relating ink and drowning holds a unique and original flare that adds to the vivid quality of your piece.
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