Pass By Poem by Heather Stanton

Pass By



Some watch others walk by the rest stop, point and laugh. As you are standing, siting, or curled up crying.
Dos any one hear her?
No one helps her!
One day they will see her! The one on the street on the floor on the news.
For so many 'then' will see her and hear her from the depths of her
Grave.

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