Remaining Unheard

He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow
you have quite a lot of posts here.

_ Because when I whisper to silence
I become endless.
Have you look at yourself lately,
you look like my shadow also?
So,
when you,
why not, others?

~~Softly, humbly, I murmured,~~

yet was,
arrogantly heard,
therefore my words
forever pantomimed in darkness.

Alas,
everything seems opposite
in this world!

Everything mirrors me.

22f