Who?
Who is he? Or is she?
I am a voice in the vacuum, unheard, unknown, and forgotten.
Unheard and remained unforgiven, unknown to those who never got the chance to hear it, and forgotten to those who never tried to listen.
But somewhere in the haze, my record was playing
In the midst of the storm, someone was listening.
When will the rain halt its fury?
Where can I find my voice, or the one who listens to it?
Will there be a picture of me?
Will it be just my voice or was I just a memory?
Who are you?
Where are you?
Thy unknown listener, please keep listening to my voice.
YOU ARE READING
The One Hit Wonder
PoesíaSearching for the remaining records of his own songs, a washed up singer had decided to spend the rest of his life looking for the remaining memory of him as an artist. Can he finally free himself from burden inside his heart? Will he ever find the...
