A short poem

The path to something new
Seem to tremble.
The sky's with a new morning
Seem to darken.

I speak the words so loudly
But no one seems to hear.
I write the words so carefully,
But they are blurry.

My greatest failure,
My greatest desire.
Is to be heard,
To be seen.

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