Sometimes from deep
inside me
I have the urge to
SHOUT
To scream and cry and
kick and pound
to let it all come out
But I don’t and I won’t
because I can’t anymore
So I sit and stare
at the floor
But deep within my
quiet mind
I hear the screaming roar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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