Listen

When it was night, and it seemed like the whole world was asleep,

Like the mesmerizing stars were the only thing to be watching and be watched,

Like the only sound was the rustling of leaves coming from outside the window, from the tree

where I would sit by and delight myself with countless books,

I sat in bed and asked if anybody was listening, and if they were, if they would please take my words

into consideration, and maybe help me throughout my thoughts.

I never really got an answer.

Maybe I would get confused and think that the rustling was a yes from anyone that was listening.

Or that the silence was a sign of agreement, but I could never be sure.

Every night it was the same process.

The same confusion.

Until I simply didn't do it anymore.

The things I asked for were always trivial.

Never anything of importance.

Perhaps that may be the reason why I stopped asking.

Yet, there were desperate times.

Where I, imperious and insistent, kept asking if anyone was listening.

To help me and save me from my own self and those around me.

I yelled for them to listen.

Screamed for them to pay attention.

And I tried to hold myself together by wrapping my arms around me.

Poking and scratching myself with my own nails, to see if I were dreaming, to wake up.

But I never was.

And they never listened.

Whoever they were.

Or if they did, they probably had worse things to worry about.

Maybe they were helping people who were in much more trouble than I was.

That comforted  me.

To think they did listen, just were to busy helping others.

But I could never be sure.

And, once in a while, in desperate times, I beg for them to listen.

Hoping they will find time.

Despite how much I've waited.

Reviews

[Sira YR]

I really enjoyed this read! Looking forward to reading more of your works! :)

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Thank you so much.

[Tashida]

Love, Love, Loved it. Keep up the good work! :)

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Thank you for such kind review. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Tashida]

You are absolutely welcome! :)