listening intently,
to the voices of fear,
a few screams pierce the air,
shhh... can you hear?
see the girl right there?
behind that screen,
it's people like you,
that keep her from her dreams.
she sits there and cries,
why can't you see,
that girl wanting help,
that girl, she is me.
A contest entry
- Rain by kales4.
450 points, ended July 21, 2008, 92 entries
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Comments
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Thank you for entering my contest. I liked the poem's point of view and how it seemed very personal like you wrote it to talk to me. I love how you describe them as "voices of fear".... that was incredible. Great write and good luck
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