black ink spills across the page;
she writes her thoughts in a fiery rage.
she scribbles and scratches,
trying to explain on paper
what her voice can't.
the wise words pile up in her mind,
clawing at the walls to escape.
the pounding becomes louder,
shaking the room.
the girl cries out;
the pain of the world too excruciating.
she then closes her eyes,
and welcomes home with open arms.
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
