My voice is an echo
ringing down the empty hall
no one listens
no one hears
who would think to care
our voices joined as one are powerful
my voice alone is weak
voices united against my signal call for help
my voice - the sound travels quick
it falls
falls
f
a
l
l
s
flat
on deaf ears
Krista Beckley © 2011
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