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By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick

mypain

No one hears my pain
Sounds muted by busy lives, passing time
World changes; motionless, I lie
Achieving milestones no longer
Life stolen from my grip
Transformed into empty space, a bubble of sorts
Observing them, no one can see within

No one hears my pain
It’s loud, crashing thunder
It’s quiet, a gentle rain
A consistent constant, a nightmare
Cursed reality, I cannot awaken

No one hears my pain. Ever.

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