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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