Thursday, January 15, 2009


The pointer flashes,

That’s my queue to write,

But what could I write,

For today wasn’t so bright

And my mind not so right.

The shouts still play in my mind

The reasons still I cannot find.

Words spoken not so kind

Out of my ears do I bind.

Words spoken in silence I so hear

Voicing them out do I fear

The result too harsh to bear

The victim ever so near.

Screams of silence in the heart

Bound up like a baked tart

The speed of thought

Rushing through like a go-cart

The dream of peace ever so eluded

The wish of happiness so wounded

The hope of liberty ever so strong

The goal of joy could never be wrong

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