• Author B. D. West

Silence

Silence

Ears to hear. Eyes to see. Is there anyone out there that can hear me? Alone in a silent world. A hurricane of despair around me whirled. The sun cast no light. Heart beats but never as bright. In a world living other peoples’ lives. My own voice sounds like knives. The world around me revolves and turns. To be noticed, to be heard. In the deepest part of my soul that wish is secretly yearned. I’m a ghost roaming through this house. Silent as the grave, quiet as a mouse.

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