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Scream

I write with pain and paper The tears become my ink I live each day like it's my last While standing on the brink My words become my saviour They tell me where to go Tomorrow has no meaning A place I do not know The paper is my shelter It hides my past mistakes My heart will tell me what to say Before it finally breaks My soul cries out in sad remorse But no one hears me cry No one offers a helping hand They only pass me by A poet's words will always scream Before they disappear A thousand people will read my verse But none will truly hear

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 3/18/2013 5:19:00 PM
Another great and truthful write. That last stanza ended it beautifully.
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Date: 2/6/2013 2:58:00 PM
So true. Great write. Enjoyed. Ralph
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Date: 1/28/2013 1:21:00 PM
Wonderful Rhyme Larry, most of us have been on the edge sometime or other, as long as we are aware of it we won't fall, live for today is what i say, tomorrow may never come, love Elizabet
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Date: 1/28/2013 10:45:00 AM
wonderful! at least some of us are listening...
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