Hanan Adi


Senior Peer Reviewer. Former Write the World young writer, now mentoring other WtW young writers through peer reviews!

Message to Readers

Comment if you can relate. Love you all.


May 30, 2019


No one speaks to me at all,
Although I speak to everyone;
As though I'm talking to a wall
From day's begin till it is done.

My love-filled parcels none unwrap,
My letters languish in the box,
Passed up for yet another app
That's spread among the youth like pox.

My thoughts, with eagerness I spoke,
Are left to float about in air,
For folk are dormant and unwoke,
Immersed in worlds not really there.

A smile, while waiting for the bus,
Is answered by a puzzled leer;
No one sees this group as “us,”
Though we all sit together here.

Perchance you are forsaken too,
By all the silent, sleeping folk,
Then I shall listen fain to you—
We'll share the wisdom of the woke.



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1 Comment
  • Ryder

    Beautifully written!

    over 1 year ago