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writing is hope
the hope someone will hear
a small forgotten voice
reaching out to the
world
hope curling every line
around an emotion
tying the page
in the writer’s strong
hand
when the page
is torn by others
and hidden from the light
how will the author
have his hope
when it is stopped from
shining
darkness encircles the
mind
of an author without hope
and now he writes
of improper things
no more dreams or prayers
now he writes of pain
the pain of silence
for all to hear
when his pain
is ignored by others
and the holes it burned
are sown together once
more
how will the author
have his pain
when it is stopped from
hurting
a writer left without a
story
no way of speaking
without words
he walks alone in silence
for his mind still thinks
in emotion
but he cannot share
his purpose is gone
and nothing is left for
him
he leaves this world with
the notice of none
he left
but he left
without a voice
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