Unheard

by Kristina Harris - Aries

My words seem to scatter like pine needles 
falling from a dying Christmas tree, 
Gathering on the floor like lost children,
 finding comfort in company.  
Thin and Wispy, my words fall, 
inaudible among the loud, 
piercing words of others, 
Shooting from the mouths of the confident
like screaming rockets.  
I dodge them as I stare at the ground.  
My words jump into tiny dust clouds around my shoes 
As I shift nervously from foot to foot
 on the dusty path I walk.  
Blindly, I turn away, with eager words
 forever scratching at my throat, 
Trying to escape from the prison 
that I have created for them, 
Where they shall remain forever to be 
unappreciated, and unheard.

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 1999-10-31 23:10:26
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:27
Poem ID: 53586

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