Words Lost

by Sam M. Phillips

If you were to read all of my poetry

I’m sure you would get a sense of who I am,

But I’m not sure anyone could,

There is simply too much,

And who has the patience to examine another person’s life?

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Perhaps I am projecting my values on others,

I live in a selfish age,

And everyone is screaming to be heard.

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Perhaps a time will come

When my words will be valued

Rather than just lost

Amongst the cacophony

Present on the internet.

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Everyone is talking,

But no one is saying anything,

And no one is listening or learning.