Her CriesA Poem by Theo RatcliffeThe screams, The haunting screams, All those people, Calling for help, Help they'll never get. And I don't do anything about it. Then, Her screams, Her haunting screams, They start, Her begging for help. I hear her cries, I feel her sorrow, I see her pain. Her plead for help, Her tear stained cheeks, Her wish for freedom. And I can't do anything about it. © 2015 Theo RatcliffeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 22, 2015 Last Updated on June 17, 2015 AuthorTheo RatcliffeOntario, CanadaAboutA poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. - Diane Ackerman more..Writing
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