Who Can Hear The Tears?
Like drums,
they beat ont he white blank pages of an open book

Marks appear as letters as I write,
but turn into rivers of black ink

Emotions lead the way
for the words to come flowing from the tip of my pen

Adding more rivers to an already soggy gray paper

I continue writing
to help set my emotions free,
but all I end up with is
a marked gray tissue

Pamela Pratap
April 20,1998
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