Concealing The Torment - Poem by Arline Guskin
They sit and recite;
In fear of abuse;
Drifting and failing;
Into a heart of darkness.
With perennial horrid despair;
They call out in pain;
Which resolves in a forgotten silence.
The only glitter of hope,
Is their escape of solitude.
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