Soft spoken words fall
Upon deaf ears,
Becoming more useless
Each time they are
Used; And now I am
The shadow of yesterday
Whose enduring love was carelessly cast
Away.
Author notes
The way I feel when I talk to people. I am usually ignored.
A contest entry
- a simple sketch. by checkmate.
400 points, ended January 14, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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great piece.
this is simple, a wonderful sketch. loved it from start to the end.
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