My soul speaks

My soul speaks.
In gentle whispers and fleeting thoughts
I turn and catch the end tail
It's enough.
I ignore

My soul speaks
Through voices I don't and do
trust
Passing a message only my ears
can decipher
I brush it off

My soul speaks
Tired mornings and
sleepless nights
Restless days and a
stormy mind
I cannot unhear the echoes

My soul shouts
Hammering on my dumb walls
Aaaaarrgh, how annoying
I  listen.

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