Cassandra
Can you hear me?
You believe me, don't you?
Not a day goes by
that someone walks past me and my muted yells
Unable to hear the words that I speak
Unable to hear the sincerity in my voice.
I walk my path alone and ignored,
as if I was preaching the words of a dying city
begging for someone to listen to me.
"The wooden horse will be your downfall"
"This is the day that Troy will die"
Insight was her gift, the gift of Apollo
She had no reason to lie, she spoke the truth
Yet, no one believed her
I have seen things, heard things, learned things.
I have no reason to lie, I speak the truth
The question is,
Would they believe me?
I wasn't really happy with my other poem so I decided to do somemore reasearch late at night a few days ago and came up with this. I hope you like it.
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