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Unheard Voices

person holding white pen writing on white paper


I watch you as I listen
Listen to your thought
As you fight to hear
Unheard ideas, in your head, caught

You look into oblivion
The paper a clear sheet
Wisps of sense gone
Leaving nothing concrete

I loudly call out to you
My words fall on deafness
For I am what was before
I thought to be ageless

Sadly I was mistaken
I thought you would hear
But I am the ghostwriter
Calling to your deaf ear

© Hamish McKenna

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