The Unheard

 


The Unheard

Left speechless, words escape me 

No excuses left, only silence

Should confess, 'it was my fault?"

But I was in the backyard, lost in my hobby's calm


Still, the weight of responsibility stays

A burden to bear, a heart that sways 

Accepting blame, a bitter pill to swallow

A pain that lingers, a disappointment to follow 


Perhaps time will heal, perhaps it won't 

But for now, l'm left with this hollow thought

A search for answers, a reason to claim 

But the truth remains exclusive, a lingering shame 

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