The Voice of Her Life

• Posted by: Preshen Moodley
• Created: October 2, 2015
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Sad, sad
Tears, all dried up
Her silence has never been heard
Gloomy is her mind,
Like tear gas in her life
Another needle to the vein,
And the rush...
Like a thousand ton train
Yet the tracks lead her astray
Dull and dreary becomes dawn
Pulling closer to the sheets
An urge to die...
There is no good end to this life, just an end of life
Breaking the silence was never her choice
Finding a high was the voice of her life...

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