Heard
I write to fill
the unspoken silence,
the unencumbered void
in which I live.
Books scream to be heard,
neglected by most.
I listened to their cries
and divulged in their secrets.
The cycle goes on neverending
I refuse to go unheard
like the books that I confide in.
I write to fill
the unspoken silence
the unencumbered void
in which I live.
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