Do you miss me when I am silent, when the world is in chaos and I find myself without voice?

Do you miss me when I am silent when I am a victim of no choice?

Do you miss me when I have no answers, in the deafening noise…

Our world is like the shadows when a candle’s wick is almost spend

and this is how this poem is now at it’s end…

(c) 2021 Allen Wolfie Simpson