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Is Anyone Listening?by Marcie Fort, VSPWThe isolation one feels In a crowd, all alone... Memories of our families Memories of home... The regrets and remorse All a little too late, Fill up our hearts With anger and hate. The mind games played Just to survive... The suffering in silence The tears that are cried. The emptiness within us That invades our souls... There's nowhere to run, And nowhere to go. We create our own prisons Surrounded by walls... We took the risks Made the choices and falls "Life isn't a game, No rehearsal" it's said. I bite my tongue daily, As I scream in my head! "I'm not an animal To be abused at will!" By my captors' egos To keep me quiet and still. So...if anyone is listening To my heartfelt lament I hope you can feel me, That was my soul intent. Last updated January 6, 2004 10:01 AM |
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