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Kimberly Kay Briggs

Dying, A Silent Art

There's no place for me in anyone's
heart,
my own is a constant easy target for an enemies'
dart.
My dreams are often thoughtlessly
shattered,
yet it seems as if they never even
mattered.
Then the stream of tears begins to
flow,
my silent hidden feelings begin to
show.
As once again these tears are about to
start,
I begin to think that dying is a silent
art.