*My First Poem*
No one is speakingNot a thing can be heardNo echoes or childrenMutter a wordLife's always so busyNever once been this wayI can't get used to the silenceNot everydayBut for a long timeThings have been this wayI haven't heard a thingAnd I can't take this, todayMy mother looks worried She won't say it but it shows in her faceShe's getting down on her kneesI think she's praying for graceI'm tired of the silenceIts driving me wildI can't take this anymore I'm only a childMy mother finally speaksNot the conventional wayAnd the words that she writesHave blown me awayI read the paper much to my unbeliefI can't believe what I seeIt's not the world that went silentBut rather it's me
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