My poems

Hush

Hush.
The voices whisper when they hear her muffled calls.
Hush..
It's getting louder, their words are feeling course.
Hush...
What could it mean? She never speaks a single word.
Hush!
Her cries of pain had always gone unheard.

Quiet.
She could hear the blowing breeze among the trees.
Please!
How she begged and always pleaded on her knees.
They'll never know.
If she told them all the truth she'd be a liar.
Why can't you see!?
How had she never noticed prior?

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I can hear her strangled calls at night.
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Waiting for someone to finally set it right.
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Until that day though she continues on her course.
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And tries to stay quiet forever more.

Hush. Je t'aime et je t'ai blessé. Je suis désolé, c'est comme ça, mais c'est la seule façon que je connaisse.