Uncomfrotable Chairs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was at a camp and this is when I truly showed my feelings about my mom's death and my grieving process.

Submitted: July 09, 2008

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Submitted: July 09, 2008



darkness came on a winter day

the world had crumbled under tiny feet

colors of anger and confusion

painted a young soul

and a tender heart

without a single notice

these tiny feet turned

and ran from the perfect love

mind wondering why

heart screaming

knowing the love is needed

as color comes back to trees

the young soul grows old

with hurt

the tender heart turns hard

with bitterness

this fraigle structure

continues to fight a deadly battle

as sun grows to hate human skin

a group of loving spirits

touches the young soul

in the midst of the human intimaticey

Jesus makes the heart weep

and carries this broken frame

back to the father

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