That Voice

Hey there, I am Nishika. I'm a budding writer. I enjoy life as it is. After all, it's all about the Brights & Blues. :)

To let go of someone was a choice,

But I still feel the presence of that voice.

Neither too loud nor too faint,

It's just there; like the walls with old paint.

Not audible all the time or the entire day,

But I can hear it when I'm idle or when I lay.

I shake my head and Burry myself under work,

But it returns as fast as if was not too far to lurk.

I might've abandoned it, or at least tried to,

But maybe that voice hasn't and doesn't plan to.

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