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

Submitted: March 27, 2012

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Submitted: March 27, 2012



You know me to complain of heat at 50 degrees. Suddenly today, I'm frozen. Trembling from pain and quivering by regret.

I've been buried lower than Earth's core and no one knows, no one ever knows.

I've been drained by rejection all my life, at last, there's nothing left.

A few days ago, I knew the world to be cruel yet I beamed ambition in desire to one day achieve victory, but today I woke in despair and discouragement; reality.

For I moved from the hell that ruled me, only to be welcomed with sweet bliss and haunting from my demons in a past life.

I sometimes wish tears were not clear so people could see, but they don't see, no one ever sees.

With every whisper comes a voice hardly heard, and still, you can't hear my screams.

And no one ever will.

Remember me as I am now and not who I wll be.

Because soon I will go to my callings and haunt the demons haunting me.

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