Filtered through the eyes of a child, looking so lost and beguiled. Lost and somehow found, no one is looking or hears him making a sound.
A mind full of years of wisdom, ignored by those who only hear a tiny voice speaking cynicism.
Moving through isles, words unheard for miles. Seeing familiar faces, though they look right through him to empty spaces.
A child’s voice with sincere words, demanding to be seen and heard. It is drowned out by others and instead becomes smothered.
The voiceless child has no voice, only in his waking hours does he have a choice.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
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good work, sometimes the silence speaks loudest
This was good. It was though provoking.