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My empty words fly on paper wings
into the endless realm of disregard.
No one bothers, they pass quickly by,
as everything burns down around them
but they dont notice, they dont care.
Ashes fall from the sky
to swirl around oblivious feet
and yet they see nothing, know nothing,
Feel nothing.
I shout, I must be heard
but their ears are deaf to my voice.
And my purpose withers, turned black
by ignorance.
And I cry, as one by one
they fall into nothingness,
a fitting demise for those
whose ears are closed
to such simple words.

by Michele Campbell

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chilling. best part? ' empty words fly on paper wings' good imagery