Tired Eyes
Tired little eyes fall closed
and drift off to sleep.
But they are constantly awakened
by screams of frustration
and screams of pain.
Shadowing the loneliness and guilt
within,
desperation mounts.
Soon the screams become silent
pangs in the soul.
Lost yet still at arms reach.
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Written 2/13/87
Copyright 1987 RFA
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