Little Voices (THE ATTYS) POEM

Can you hear it?
Those whispers amidst darkness.
Shredded one's heart into tiny pieces.
And yet, we appeared oblivious and deaf.

Can you imagine that?
The laughter of one's heart,
Affects each living soul around.
And yet, they can't help but wonder.

Can you bear that?
The screams of pain and anxiety.
No one cares to stop and listen.
And yet, it gave them doubts.

Can you avoid that?
The sharpness of one's tongue.
Can ruin the core of your soul.
And yet, you still dare to walk in through that door.

Can you share that?
The stillness and calmness of your being.
Can washed away my pain.
And yet again, you never looked back.

Can you have the guts?
The madness of this life make one's head spins around.
You put your gear up and opened your little mouth.
And yet, you slipped and never got up.

The piercing eyes and taunting eyebrows that followed you.
You swallowed it all just to be heard.
That one honest voice of yours.
Will be louder than the crowds' sentiments.