I talk

In an empty space

Void is all is left

My voice reaches none

I write

On a slate that is still bears the sketches you drew

And yet

You read not

Is it a sign?

Like a fool 

I murmur

That falls into deaf ears

Expressions 

Are just brushed off

I should stop i guess

For I matter not!

Let my voice fade

And you wipe off the slate