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Post by Izabella Riddle on Apr 4, 2009 1:46:50 GMT -5
Standing in the moonlight Looking up at the star filled sky Not a cloud can be seen Wind whips around you Pulling cloth and freezing skin You feel none of it Tears falling blindly down Mixing with blood and dirt Trails of tears and pain Sadness and anger waring inside Time seems not to pass As you silently stand there Neighbors see but turn away It's been too many years Your salvation wont come from them Morning comes as the sun rises You return into the terror of your life Wondering why another night has passed And as dawn begins again You are still here Hating yourself for not walking away Everyone says this is your family But only you know the truth They may be yours by blood But this isn't your home It is your prison
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Post by marcoosi on Dec 24, 2009 19:08:47 GMT -5
I'm sensing a lot of conflict within yourself. Not that I'm criticizing, I can actually relate. There have been days where I wonder 'How did I make it through the night?'. I really do like your poems.
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