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
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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