March 19, 2011
By , Irvington, NJ
Screaming out to anyone who will listen
Hear my cry, and heal me
Tears lost in the wind
With no direction,
And no destination
My words, barely a whisper
My heart, hardly there
And a smile,
Lost in the features of my face
That’s the world that I’ve grown to know
Lonely, cold, and barren
The frost of night, left dangling on the tops of my ‘lashes
Hands on my blue and white bag, with knuckles apple white
Preparing myself for what’s ahead:

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