Voice recorder is lost
Nowhere to be found
Voice is totally lost
Lost in suppression
Suppressed beyond measure
From empty threats
Thus losing own voice
Now is in the midst of
Searching own voice
Amongst many crying voices
Wishing to the Lord to return to Him
Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 September 2015 at 11pm
The voice recorder, which I use to record the truth, is nowhere to be found. I have extracted all the recording into a hard disk. It is placed on the wooden table. However, the recorder is gone. Where else do I misplace it? Do someone take it? The above poetry births out when I feel that I’m not heard. My parents, the confinement lady and my maid who knows the truth encourage me to speak the truth. However, the perpetrator tends to sow discord between my parents and I. Wish you all have good days and thank you.
Yoshiko 
This poem resonates deeply with me. With so many things, we unknowingly lose our voices slowly.
Yeah. We tend to lose our voices slowly.
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Thank you. That’s how I have been feeling. Hope we can stay connected.
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“Voice recorder is lost
Nowhere to be found
Voice is totally lost
Lost in suppression
Suppressed beyond measure
From empty threats”
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