I stutter and can not remember my name.
Its been long since I heard my coarse voice.
My soul dreads the echo of my heart,
Its rhythemic thumping makes sure I remain deaf.
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Amazing whispers are are shared here. Polite conversations rips my soul apart. Stressed mind does not easily accept joy and ignores loathing silence. Depression is brilliantly expressed in this poem. This is amazing.10
If I am gone before the next dawn you witness, I shall leave a whisper behind, listen to me and answer me, a whisper is all I beg. A beautiful write by the poet, whisper heard from within. Thanks for sharing such a nicely crafted poem.
A poignant indeed...replete with deep emotions...a very beautiful write, Dechen... you can also visit my Shattered. thank you...a huge 10 Cheryl