Alone,
by myself,
without anyone
to hear my screams.
Crying,
quietly,
for all my lost
and broken dreams.
Praying,
silently,
that some miracle
will somehow occur.
Hoping,
faithfully,
that life will be
more than a blur.
Standing,
just barely,
against this storm
that rages within.
Curious,
wondering,
who keeps turning
the pages of my life.
***Special thank you to sharonbythesea  for the change in meter and the perfect title.
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