Dreams
My silent screams
fall on deaf ears.
My eyes say words
that no one hears.
My soul reaches out,
but no ones there.
My heart is cold
and never shared
My dreams are filled
with things I crave.
My days pass by
as empty haze.
What I desire,
what my soul screams.
Is that my days
are like my dreams.
Copyright © Vincent Howard | Year Posted 2012
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