Abandoned Child

I speak to you in my abandoned child's silhouette
I lament and I plead, to you who is deafened
The walls are muted consciously,
The screen’s the only way of survival, even to you who is unworthy.
The heavens have embedded my cries and rage is trapped like embers beneath a cold ash,
Yet, the only echo that returns is my own
And I'm left to believe I'm the one who is wrong.

Reviews

[Sylvaine Aetherwyn]

It's relative.. really..like no one is there to witness the monotonous book..like a tired writer's forgotten piece ..

[Seren]

Thank you for sharing your candid thoughts, Sylvaine. I appreciate your honesty in describing the piece as monotonous and forgotten. It offers valuable insight into the reading experience!

[Sylvaine Aetherwyn]

I felt like the piece described life as monotonous, not your piece, love. Your piece is just beautiful!

[Seren]

I really appreciate that you took the time to clarify, and I'm so glad you found the piece beautiful :) Thank you!

[Poet]

This is moving and a bit disturbing under the skin but effective. Your descriptions are top notch.

[Seren]

Thank you so much, Poet! I'm thrilled to hear the work was both moving and effective for you, and that the descriptions resonated. Your comment is fantastic encouragement!