In Our Sights

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Why do we allow people to hurt one another? Why do we not intervene? Stop the fight before it goes too far...
We watch in silence as the cackles roar. The victim is hurt... the victim chose death.
Think about it.

We observe the young girl

Sitting on her bar stool

Looking into dreams in which are cruel

For no one else sees but us two here, as her eyes gaze in to

her own sacred duel,

Her lonely dreams which no one can see

Will die in her- her astound seed.

And those who do see do not allow

light, for their only goal is to torture her plight during their prowl.


Slivering- jerking inthe moon

These howling wolves do move

Cackle! Cackle! Cackle!

They laugh at her battle,

For instead of benevolence

They chose malevolence.

The young girl plots in her internal rain

The storm is here devouring her grain

Her dreams dematerialized in dreary remains.

No longer does she seek the kindly heart

We watch her muse her untimely might.

No one else sees this... just you and I

We see the rain fall, the wolves'cackle- the storm,

yet we do not start,

We let the rain fall... and fall again

She stands to leave and we know where she goes

Despise in her eyes- she will soon keep her bed.

Why were we not there to heed in her sorrows?

She was so sweet- so kind.

Yet we still sit here for the time.

Submitted: October 16, 2011

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Wow. well this is very intense! i love the use of words even though it can be a little confusing trying to figure out what everything means.. but it makes you think which i like and its very poetic sounding if that makes sense:)

Sun, October 16th, 2011 6:12am


Oh wow... Thank you! :) I'm so glad you like it. And I'm happy it makes sense because nothing is worse than a beautifully written poem that makes no more sense than a Martian dictionary.

Sat, October 15th, 2011 11:19pm

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