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The Boy With No Words

He sits by himself, Timid and Quiet,as if hes afraid Afraid if he speaks,hell say the wrong thing.. They tell him speak up,they swear its Ohkay, He doesn’t believe them. He feels if he opens his mouth It'll be like the Place.. The Place,he hates with every being of his race Where if he speaks,hes quickly Shut Up! Shut Up. Not just words to him But a quick slap to the face Fell out of his place,but now hes back in.. How he needs a friend, Someone to speak with. Hes been quite so long,hes forgotten his vocabulary Everything since 3rd grade English Makes no sense,Hes forgotten how to speak It hurts to open his mouth.. His Language is Silence. Might as well have no mouth Quiet as a mouse, The boy with no words.. Wish to fly with the Birds,a place non existent A place not on Earth,where they speak his language His language is Silence..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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