Heard Poem by Conúil Duffy

Sometimes I just want to get up and run
as fast as I can to the taLlest place
with no reason other than to shout out;
to make so much noise that everyone hears.
I will not shout out a message to the world.
My words won't be able to save your souls.
However, it does not matter at all.
I will be heard. I will be remembered.
If anything that is all i want.
In an ugly world; will I be rmemebered?
I will atleast be heard, by all the world.