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Silent Tears
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| A little boy no more than five, scrapes his knee. His tears begin to fall. An angry look emerges from his daddy's face. He turns to his son and says, "Men don't cry." That is the beginning of his silent tears. The years roll by, the hurt kept inside. Upon his mothers death his eyes remained dry. A cold, cruel man that is what he is called. Little did they know about his silent tears. A little girl no more than five, being touched in a most unpleasant way. Her tears begin to fall, an angry look emerges from her daddy's face. He turns to his daughter and says, "Do not tell." That is the beginning of her silent tears. The years roll by, the hurt kept inside, her husbands fist strikes home once again. An ignorant, pitiful woman is what she is called. Little did they know about her silent tears. A lonely old man, lays in his bed, his heart slowly losing its beat. His regrets are many, his days are few. A solace look emerges from his face. He turns to his god and says, "Forgive me father." Tears roll down his cheeks. That is the end of his silent tears. A lonely old woman, lays in her bed sickness running through her body. Her pain she can not bear no more. A solace look emerges from here face. She turns to her god and says, "Forgive him father." Tears roll down her cheeks. That is the end of her silent tears. Silent Tears © 2000 Annette Garnett |
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Written By: Poeticheart
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E-mail:txroadrunner@home.com
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Submitted: March 15, 2000
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