Quis potest audire?

Who can hear?

Who would I talk to? 

Who cares about the cares of another? 

Who could I ask to help with this burden, 

everyone is carrying their own? 

Who understands? 

Who would take the time? 

Who? is the question, 

the answer is deafening silence. 

These lines are penned into the void. 

I am reaching and grasping and crawling. 

My smiling facade crumbles as I crumble under the weight, 

while I wait for a sliver of hope's portion to be given out, 

starving I look on with strained eyes into the pitch black of the day. 

It is so cold in this concrete wilderness, 

my camoflage is a cheery dispostion, 

my lines expertly reherased,  

I recite them for those I talk to, 

"How is everything going?" they inquire, 

"I got no complaints" is my retort, 

they are none the wiser. 

Who can I share this with, 

but a faceless reader with unfamilar eyes and a encouraging reply................

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Good morning. How did you/do you come to use LATIN. Is unusual-unique these days unless in certain professions or do you use the Classics otherwise? Ignore if too personal.

[Dave W.]

I love latin, I love the way it sounds, and well I think it adds a layer to my writting, also welcome back.

[emmajoygreen]

I learned it ages ago, remember so little of it.. but of course helps with 'modern' italian! Unique language and of course the core, with Greek and other roots, the foundation of English! Thhanks for the greeting on a dry but brrrrrr day!