Picking up speed
Suffering turned to silencenever ending well
mouth is slowly opening
so much more to tell
but talking means recalling
the feeling when I fell
I will try to hold my promise
never again to dwell
and trying not to fear
new things that I smell
of this I shall tell
no, I will even yell
at last I'm moving on
Poetry by Marcus
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2007-08-29 at 18:21
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