Washed Away Poem by Miggie ...

How much sound do we waste on soundless words?

Words unheard drifts slowly along the timeless streams...
meanings, feelings fading away
Never, to be touched...
but still the hollowness of the unheard stays...

Each word digging away
deeper
deeper
until only the dark hollowness remains

Yet the faint light of hope is never abandoned...
for someone to hear the traces of the unheard

But who can hear that which is no more?