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Alone in this Sorrowful World

The wind flows.
But I cannot feel it.
The children laugh.
But I cannot hear them.
The sun shines.
But I cannot see.
Trapped in my own world.
Unable to get out.
My heart is scarred from my sorrows.
They cannot comfort me.
I cry and cry.
They cannot hear me.
I beg at their feet.
They cannot see me.
I clutch at their hands.
But they cannot feel mine....





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jonas_chic899 said...
May 8, 2010 at 9:50 am
very good poem. that was grrreat!!
 
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