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by Stephanie Dec 15, 2014 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
In a quiet room there is nothing but sound inside of my head it echoes around The voices don't cease the screaming is tenacious If all were to stop I'd be nothing but gracious No one detects the war in my mind So I sit in silence In a world most unkind No thought stands clear They all blend together to search for just one Is a hopeless endeavor