Neglect

• Annastasha Gounder, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

Years pass by without a word
Days are finished without a whisper
What was, what is, what shall be
Remains as unknown as the source of the pain
For, as one may say
Your opinion matters,
Actions speak louder than words
However, not always are they heard
Finally, a deep breath is drawn in
Your eyes widen in fear
All your hope is about to disappear
Slowly, the word slips out of your mouth
‘Neglect’