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Written when I was 17 …

The Unheard Cry

A broken dream or two lie crushed …
The clamor of my silence hushed …
By endless screams I never knew …
But only wished for … planted … grew …
Until a weedy patch was formed …
Built on lies … lewd …coarse … deformed …
Buried in my brain so deep …
Breathing life through empty sleep …
The people hurt me … so I fled …
A pure white figure dipped in red …
Shut behind a wall of ice …
Bought with much of costly price …
Feeling nothing … here I am …
Now untouched by truth or sham …
Except within that deeper spread …
Which weeps in silence for her dead …
Aching for a grand release …
To heal her heart … and bring her peace …

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