Murmuring

Can you hear the voices,
They started as a dull roar,
A multitude of voices,
Each with a plethora of words to say.

Can you hear the voices,
Whispers carried on the wind,
The wise ones keep their voices soft,
If only you had been so lucky.

Can you hear the voices,
They ring loudly in the ears,
A blatant reminder of isolation, 
Isolation within a crowd.

Can you hear the voices,
Stubble and bold withing the same instance,
Cutting remarks tearing into pieces,
Conflicting and consoling voices.

I can hear the voices,
They are a part of everyplace,
Growing louder in their refusal,
Refusal to be silenced.

The End

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