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Thursday, October 15, 2015

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I am the one
the one 
who is always listening
but there is no one
who hears
while I fight to breathe 
drowning 
is a silent death

Angela Minard 2015©

2 Comments:

John Buchanan said...

Angela, I loved this poem, such an eloquent way of expressing a feeling so many people share. This poem got you heard, thank you for sharing it.

Angela said...

John, thank you for reading, and leaving a comment. It always feels good to be heard, doesn't it?!