Inside her head, the voices kept up a relentless murmur, like background noise you can't turn down. Silently screaming! Begging for answers to questions she did not ask. For she did not know what the question be. For the answer was not to all the same. One question that never dare leave her tongue was questions she did not realize she never wanted the answers to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem