Words

 Does my voice not reach you?

Does my breath not echo?

I keep repeating myself, 

In desperate need to be heard.

Why am I so difficult to interpret?

Is my language different from yours?

Why am I so hard to understand?

Or do you ever try to?

Each passing day, each dark night, 

Little by little, my heart beats slower 

I slip into oblivion in shreds of the past

Hoping to be immortal, 

In ink and ideas;

I write down everything you can't hear 

In verses, phrases and letters.

Hoping that some day, 

Long after I leave, 

Someone will understand them, 

Hear me plead.

Connect to the voices silenced, 

Value my thoughts.

It is perhaps then, 

I will truly LIVE through my words.

~ Suranya