Wrote this in college, probably the only thing I wrote I'm actually proud of. Not that anyone actually reads any of this nonsense most the time. *shrug* I dunno, just a down day today. Stupid disorders. *grumble*
My voice whispers through the reeds.
No on can hear it as it floats on the breeze.
Surrounded by many yet still I am alone.
Some reeds stop swaying and moving to catch what I say,
But as soon as they see the source they continue on their way.
My voice whispers amongst the reeds,
Singing the sad tales of unsung deeds.
Things I should have done,
Things I could have been,
Yet all, things I never did.
My voice whispers amongst the reeds,
A single dandelion, looking for solace where there are no other weeds.