Welcome to the Writer's Place: My soul screams

The louder my soul screams,
The softer my voice seems
I walk like a shadow in the crowd,
People pass, and ignore me

For many years I have dwelt,
Hundreds of tales I could tell
Of things I have seen,
The places I have been,
But something's I have said pierce my soul,
Because the thoughts I have, I have stole

Come and see the truth of my Endless lie
If you see me, don't just pass me by,
Tomorrow my soul will scream no more,
And my voice will be heard once more.

Bryony Oldfield (bryonyoldfield@yahoo.com)

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