Only a Mother Can Feel Him Cry
It doesn’t make a sound
his world is turned around.
His heart, it hurts…
The mind, fragile with thoughts
friends don’t know
they see a young man.
School of taunting
He's overwrought
begging for free thought.
I feel it, you’re screaming inside
Pleading, just make time go by.
Bullies don’t hear you
they don’t care, they want you to suffer…
His cry’s they don’t make a sound
Time and time again, his screams for verbal freedom
Are bound!
It doesn’t make a sound
A Poem for “Sounds of a Cry”
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