Vacant Cries

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August 2003 Poetry

At the top of my lungs,

I scream and sob inside.

Vacant cries are all you hear,

mere silence escapes my lips.

No more than a whisper's call,

in your ear that refuses to hear,

and your mind that refuses to believe,

I'm not okay.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 8-13-03

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