Silence Poem by Chelsea Pace
Silence
A silent whisper,
A silent call,
A silent cry,
A silent scream.
Came behind my house,
I did not help the poor soul.
I heard everything,
and still made no effort to help.
To tell you the truth,
I don't feel bad.
It made me happy,
yet nervous.
To hear those things.
Today I found where those things came from,
on the floor was a body.
To be more exact,
the poor soul was me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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