Posted on May 2, 2022
by The Living Hand Staff
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What is there to say when no one hears?
To be heard is to be understood, but I live in a world with deaf ears.
No one hears, no one understands.
That leaves a lot of silence between me and people. . .
the world, even.
Category: Poetry, Previous Issues, Spring '22 (vol. XXX), Writing