Sound Proof

I peek through the small glass window frame. 

Looking out, I can see the world going on and continuing. 

I am in a small place that looks to be a little frightening, but I am held high by faith and hopes. 

I am not dead, I still exist. 

I can hear, but not speak.

I am seen, but not heard.

Or am I? 

Is not my acknowledgement affirming?

Is not this soundproof glass only temporary?

My treasure I held close is still out there.

I will claim my treasure once time allows it to be.

Reviews

[Koiel]

The narrater cannot speak but can hear..
Fair enough..