The Hearer Who Wasn'T Heard Poem by Soren Valentine
The Hearer Who Wasn'T Heard
There was once a time when you need an ear,
countless times that you'vve needed release;
Was I not the one who decided to hear?
And eventually you found peace.
There was once a time when I needed speak,
and I desperately needed my own release,
but woe for me for thine ear proved weak,
and the imprisoned emotions only increase.
I fill my head with other's despair,
until I forgot my own predicaments,
but I can't ignore my worries and cares,
because they're tearing my limbs and ligaments.
I don't understand; every human must be heard;
my silence keeps these poignant thoughts,
you stitch my words to stop my words,
and so I continue under this onslaught.
I understand. I feel as though I am the only one listening, The only one who lends his strength. What happens then, should I have Lent it all? Where will I be? The only one silent. I can relate to this poem, but there is a reason we have poetic voices....
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4/19/2024 4:18:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is awesome, I added it to my favorites. I get that feeling of being torn from the inside, never being heard or helped by others, yet taking on the weight of the world for everyone else's benefit. It can definitely bury you. I think you used really good visuals too, like they're tearing my limbs and ligaments, at the end with you stitch my words. Loved reading this.