Silent Endeavors
by Marti A. Glass
I speak
yet neither
he nor I can hear a word
I try to move
to hold him close
but I am glued to the spot
I scream
& rant
& rave
& carry on like a child
but nothing comes out of it
It is useless
My silent endeavors
cannot be heard
My motionless movements
get me nowhere
and I am standing
silent
waiting
to be heard
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