Voices echo in the dead of night
Screams and whispers linger
Traces of an unknown body.
Lost in the sound of helplessness
I hear broken cries in the dark
Desperately looking beyond what my eyes can see
I silently listen to the weeping cries
And I realise, that call for help
Was always mine
I just wasn’t loud enough to hear myself
I am a writer and student. Writing, for me, has always been a way to express my feelings and myself to others. What my voice cannot say my writing speaks. I enjoy company and sometimes isolation with nature. I love all things poetry and shopping related.