Poem 16, Hard Times

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     Sunny skies, crimson nights,
Blowing winds, peaceful sights.
Sometimes fake, sometimes trying,
Hating, loving,
Happy, sad.
Hoping for good, but only seeing bad.
Wispering thoughts, screaming words,
Spinning world, flying birds.
Wanting free, wanting away,
Afraid of me, afraid to stay.
Do people care, do people wonder?
Cue the lightning, cue the thunder...
Is there hope, is there peace?
Free me please, will the voices cease?
I know they care, or at least they try,
Hearing me now, answering my cry.

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