A silent scream resonates through his mind
A plea for help that's left unanswered
Unaware of the one they left behind
An old fragile soul; abandoned and battered
No one to care for his soul
Nothing is left other than to run
To leave behind the ones made of coal
And escape from the ever shining sun
Silence is all that's heard
As scenes go by like a video on repeat
And the lines between now and then become blurred
Like the lines on a sheet
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The Darkest of Days {#WATTYS 2015}
De Todo{Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - RUMI} {I believed I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be the poem- Jamie Gil De Biedma} Poetry is what you really feel deep within your soul. It's the word...
