Image by Foundry Co from Pixabay 

Gasping for breath,
I shout into the void,
Only to hear my own Echoes floating away.
 I stand wide-eyed, terrified,
If this is my existence,
My story; A series of shout into the void,
 For help, love, understanding.
Because we all are busy,
Busy shouting into our own voids.

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