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CRY'S FROM WITHIN
Blood and tears drown my sleep
as I listen to the anger burning inside me
Black souls weep at thundering clouds
bringing me closer to my will
Scarlet clothes drenched in rain
screaming for the sun
I stand crying for release
holding onto an opened letter
Vital fluids stain my hands
as I reach for tomorrow
Hearing no calls for aid
I slip the knife just a little bit deeper
walking away glad that life is over
she never wanted it anyway.
By: Bernice Bowling
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