Silent

December 25, 2010
By Keenea BRONZE, Omaha, Nebraska
Keenea BRONZE, Omaha, Nebraska
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Favorite Quote:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever God may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

IF YE WERE GODS, YE COULD THEN BE ASHAMED OF CLOTHING
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not cried nor winced aloud,
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the captain of my fate,
I am the master of my soul.


chills creeps up my back
the winds whisper a soft breeze against my cheek
I look but nothing is seen
I yell to my throat is dry
No reply


Not able to escape this darkness that swallow my existence
The faint heart beat that use to beat so strongly
The heart beat that pound in my chest every time I suck in life

That voice that ring in my ears once I spoke
My voice that drag people to my world
The voice that made me believe that I was still here

IS NOW SILENT



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