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Riding the Bus

Poetry By: Phasered

Bad Memory

Submitted:Jan 31, 2010    Reads: 93    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Riding the Bus
Whispering behind thy back,
Pointed stares burned a hole.
Laughter stings the heart
It bleeds.
Lies, Lies, Lies
All lies; everyone believes.
Punches, kicks leaving bruises
Heartless creatures leave
The harsh ss in
Walking in the dark
Can't see
No light.
Fear of what's lurking in the shadows.
Fallen and broken,
Lying with the bones.
No hope, no hope
No light.
Taste of blood in thy mouth
Wounds to the heart.
Slices to the back
Cold, Cold, Cold…
A warm hand


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