Stolen Voices
I’m all alone, there’s no one here but me.
My problems have all but gone,
And I’m the only one.
No one to hear my screams of pain.
No one to hear me cry.
The devil has many stolen voices,
And now he has mine.
Stolen Voices
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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This Ledge... | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
Stolen Voices | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
Sidewalk of Life | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
He Walks Alone | 0 | 01/31/2011 |
Forget Me not | 1 | 01/29/2011 |
I Am The Sun... | 3 | 01/28/2011 |
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