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Block of Wood

March 31, 2010
By Carisa Rinick BRONZE, Bath, New York
Carisa Rinick BRONZE, Bath, New York
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Standing alone in the corner,
I glance around frantically,
Just hoping someone will notice me.
But no one sees me.

So large but never heard,
Not that I even say a word.
I want them to listen so I heave,
And heave.
But no one hears me.

Every night I cry myself to sleep.
Tears fall but no one sees,
Like brown, orange, and green summer leaves.
But no one hears me.

Then one day I speak aloud,
I yell, I scream, I make sound,
But no one can hear me,
And no one will hear me.


The author's comments:
My inspiration was a beam of wood in Mr. Fielder's class room.

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