Walking down these empty halls. Seeing I have the strength to fall. I go to reach out for you. I need to save you from the darkness. If I had the choice, I would never leave. But you did not hear my voice through the fog to find the one I have lost. Silence has surrounded me. The path I follow is for the unlucky. I am the few who refuse to become the one who falls behind. Missing where I came from.People who knew my name, don't remember why I refuse fame. They call my name yet I don't hear. For my ears forsaken me. I am the enemy within.
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Author:
Isabel Chelisia Villa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i love redacted poems. the hidden messages are more intriguing than the actual work
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Very good write.
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