Why don't you listen
to us?
The whispers
ask.
Why don't you speak
to us?
The whispers
ask.
We're right here,
awaiting your answer,
The Whispers
say.
We're not going
any where.
The whispers
say.
Please, Please,
The Whispers
plead.
Will You, please,
just speak to us?
they plead.
But the only answer
they get
is the silence
that's been their all
along.
YOU ARE READING
Forever Lost
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I, Kenna Jones, wrote. I write these poems with my whole heart, putting every ounce of my power and will into them. Enjoy them, my lovelies.
