I actually thought I wrote this well.
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The silence is maddening.
There is a chorus in the quiet.
It all seems to be mocking.
A boy is questioning,
Why the crowd is violent.
The silence is maddening.
The mass is all talking,
Their cheeks are bright violet.
It all seems to be mocking.
His body is shaking,
If only he were defiant.
The silence is maddening.
The people begin pointing,
But not for his plight.
It all seems to be mocking.
His thoughts are fleeting,
No one for them to make light.
The silence is maddening.
It all seems to be mocking.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is the section I will put all my poetry type writings, unless they are part of a story. May just put in both, in that situation...
