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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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No-one can hear


I cry out,
but it seems always in silence
when my world is sometimes to sad
I try to reach out,
but never find solace
having lost all the love that I had.

No one can hear,
though the silence speaks volumes
of a lifetime that never found home    
never knowing the reason,
or caring for answers
of the reasons why I stand alone.

The wilderness now beckons,
I need somewhere to scream out
to escape form all the madness inside
if only for a moment
until someone will hear me
and enter this sad place I hide.









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