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June 2002 Poetry I cry alone,
in my empty room.
No one to talk to.
No one to hold me.
No one to tell me,
it will be ok.
Darkness fills,
my empty room.
Accompanied by,
my cries.
From inside
my empty room,
all that is heard,
are muffled
pillow cries.
But from outside,
all that is heard,
is silence.
For my empty room,
is always passed by.
And my muffled pillow cries,
are ignored.
~*~ Jill ~*~
This poem I feel shows how you are really feeling about yourself and your empty room.