Sylvia Thomas

Rookie (Los Angeles)

Limit - Poem by Sylvia Thomas

Listen to those whispers,
Signs of tortures,
Tears of helplessness,
Cries for help.

They're suffering,
yet they don't even realise it,
because they are too caught up
in the world of today.

Yet some people,
they can't take it anymore.
They finally prove to the world,
there's something called a limit

and they've reached it.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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