Black of Those Who Aren't

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: January 13, 2012

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Black anger fills the skies as the stars fall down,

A scary sound as winds and screams howl.

A type of sadness that no one can describe is here.

A type of evil destroying all that we love dear.

Time cripples the eyes that focus on tomorrow.

Clouds block out the light and fill our hearts with sorrow.

Fear spreads through the air as we try to be brave but do not dare,

And tears stream as as we swear we'll never go there.

No one belives what we see although it is real.

No one cares about our worries or even how we feel.

Time starts to turn back and takes us to another scene,

And even though we've been there we still don't know what it means.

We're surrounded by voices saying "You're not alone"

But this is more sadness than we've ever known.

I want to give up and drop all of my misery,

But if I was to go back no one would remember me.

This is not the song of sadness or broken hearts.

This is the song of those who were but never are.

As anger and pain fill our sorrows for many days,

Silent whispers of fear tell us to run away.

Why is it when the good things end that time goes on?

Why does a broken soldier stand when he's no longer strong?


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