Scream
By: Edvard Munch
Poem by
Zachery Lane
The worlds scream filling the air,
Hoping that maybe someone will hear.
Blood red colors fill the air,
But no even stops to care.
Stories of the lost fill the news,
Who cares unless it affects you?
Found in the darkest light,
The sun will always shine,
Even when your not.
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