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POE'S DIARY, a poem by Larry Belt, USA
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Larry Belt, USA
The distant sounds of silent screamsEcho through my soulA nightmare filled with broken dreamsThat time cannot consoleMy helpless mind will not yieldTo these voices that I hearMy captive thoughts have not revealedThe purpose of my fearLoneliness mocks my very beingAs time comes screeching to a haltBlame still hides my eyes from seeingInsisting it's not my faultThey say I'm mad, mad indeedThey know nothing of my painThere's no one here to intercedeSo this madness must remainMy soul cries out in sad remorseBut I fear it's already too lateI cannot alter this dreadful courseThat somehow holds my fateThey call me a poet, poet indeedHow is it they do not know?Can't they see the words I bleed?I'm Edgar Allan Poe
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