Tuesday, November 20, 2007

POEM=MOPE

Silent whispers aloud
You don't hear a word
When I scream at the top of my lungs
My sound goes unheard

I fight, I run,
I bleed, I take flight
My nights are dazes
And my days are nights

I take a breath in
It barely fills my lungs
And as the song says
I'm coming undone

I close my eyes
To hear the silence
I open my ears
All I see is violence.

I crumble
Into the what I usually am
I've fallen to the floor
You've dropped me out of you hands.

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