The Poetry Book

Can You Hear Me?

I sit alone in my quiet little corner counting the hours

So weak from the isolation that no one knows they caused

My voice feels so frail as I see your back glower

No one is here for me, all conversations paused

As you walked away did you hear me?

My call for you to stay, the only thing I could do

They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but it's hard to see

When your pen is useless with no one to write to

Is it who I am that made you leave, my unimportant self?

I would change if I could, I didn't ask to be this way

So go ahead and put me on your broken, dusty shelf

And I'll sit in my quiet little corner watching you regret it everyday

You think I haven't broken but I guess you couldn't see

That I cry everyday asking one question: Can you hear me?