Your Voice

Your voice is just a fleeting echo

That lingers when you’re gone—

So soft—confined to isolated moments;

Delicate and raising flickers of hope—

A trap of optimism that I fall into.

Your words are lost when you speak,

For I can’t hear a word you say

Over the sound of my heart beating

And the weakness that overcomes me.

Silence seems to reign in my world,

But each day I pray I’ll learn to speak.

       DannYetman

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