I'm alone, nowhere to go;
No place to hide from my thoughts inside.
What is the real, true meaning of life?
What's the point in joy or strife?
Why am I here, alone with my fear?
Sitting in the dark, how can can I leave a mark
That nothing, and no one, can sever --
A mark that lasts forever?
I wish there was sound where I am,
So I could think of something else....
I liked it better when my life had noise.
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Greater Than the Sum of Our Differences
PoetryThis book is comprised of fifteen different poems -- lyric, spoken word, and free verse. They show how people with disabilities are often treated differently than other "normal" people, even though there really is no such thing as "normal". Some of...
