Make heed to those unheard
From words you do not know where
In insightful ways, unsubtle places
Which you wouldn't thought was there
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My silent screams are so powerful
But the fog has covered about
My thoughts roam ceaselessly in mind
I've struggled for a way out
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Enclosed in the walls around
The darkness would come to me
So I walk outside, my head high
A round moon I'd rather be
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The stars so distant, so brave
I watch them twinkle in the night
Dots I see, connecting everything
Camouflaged by their light
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I've come to know, I've come to see
I've come to feel, I've come to think
My book of the world rests on my lap
As I float, looking up and about to sink
YOU ARE READING
A Writer's Collection
Short StorySTOP! Good. Now I've got your attention. Open the door. No, not your door. But this door. Not a physical door either. This door is called Story Door. Open it. There is no turning back. Welcome. Didn't say I didn't warn you. -M
