The Voiceless

Would I be missed if I left?

Would people notice if I were gone?

Would anyone stop me if i tried to go?

Would people see me when I'm there?

These questions puzzle me everyday,

Thinking the answer will always be no.

When i speak I feel no one hears what I have to say,

That I have no mark, no trade, no voice. 

Our rights give us a freedom speech,

But maybe no one will be willing to listen.

Whether what I utter has something to teach,

My say is left unheard to the world.

Will this ever change?

Will I ever feel needed?

Will the world hear what's said?



  • Cheeky Missy

    Fascinating and excellently expressed. I think unless the speaker is preaching the Word of God, it is possible that they never will be heard, and yet again, that they may, though highly unlikely.

  • Any

    Thank you very much 🙂

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