Nobody's Listening Poem by Victor Osorio

I'm writing this in time
Voice your thought on me
I hope you'll be fine
Listen to the memory
I hope you'll be fine
The music is tired
It's time to rest
Once a clear view
The thought was best
The thought was you
Keep knocking on the door
Nobody's listening
Rain is louder than before
Nobody's listening
That was my chair
Yesterday is a painting
Tomorrow may not be there
People know by hating
Nobody's listening
The music is fading.