I wrote a poem no-one heard

I wrote a poem no-one heard
The words
Becoming meaningless without observers
Without the unrelenting humanness to tell them
If they were good or bad
Or what they even said

The hidden thoughts
The hidden feelings
Let out in a sudden rush of confession, the relief is

Short-lived.
They are reassigned to waiting.
Nested in darkness.
Screaming into themselves.

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