Musings on my journeys and thoughts as poems and prose.
Friday, 29 March 2013
I am not their child
My mouth, I open to speak But the words fall on ears, deaf. Words come out of their own, I'm silenced. Look I do, hopeful Hoping to catch an eye. Invisible I am to see. I cry. Hurt they do not see, Words they do not hear. I do not exist to them. I am not their child.
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