A World in Silence

August 6, 2012
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I hear your voice,
though no words come through.
From your horrified look,
I know it must be true
that you are suffering
from something unknown,
and it's so deathly terrifying,
it chills me to the bone.
Your eyes tell a story
that only I can hear.
I long to help you,
make your suffering's end near.
But i can only watch you,
and imagine your pain.
I feel simply awful
that your screams are in vain.
So I sit and I watch you,
from far far away,
knowing that terrified
is how you spend everyday.

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Nguyenkhanhtran said...
Aug. 8, 2012 at 6:47 am
quite so, who knows, what the painter have painted is beautiful, but is awlfully gross. Some says a painting shows its painter's soul- perhaps this is it, Edvard Munch himself chose depression and death as his themes. Still, there are light at every road, well written poem to simplify those feelings indeed.
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