Sitting in my thoughts,

(Loud to me,

But quiet to the rest)

A noise sounds

And echoes in the space around me.


I turn to see what it’s from,

And see them.

Staring at me.


I smile, look happy.

But they look past me to the wall.

My smile fades to a small grin,

Then at last a frown.


Eyes stare blankly,

And they speak of things

 I don’t know.


A silent scream,

And I know this isn’t real.


Still the tears form as he talks only to her.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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