April 24, 2009
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privatly i sit here and weep
no one notices or they ignore me
one of the dark figures always there,
it offers me a knife
their looming closeness urges me on
the blackmarbles of their eyesglitter in anticipation
THEY have been waiting for so long...
i weild the blade,
take it to my chest,
and cut out my heart,
leaveing it on the ground to bleed,
the shadowed figures laugh in merryment
their voices contorted in contempt and pain

no one sees my heart befor THEY take it,
divid it between themselves and feast

ever so slowly
i stand up
everything is cloudy
i am one of them...
feeding off of broken hearts
never feeling whole...

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BelmaH said...
Feb. 11, 2010 at 3:46 pm
Wow. i can really feel the raw emotion in the poem. there was a typo or two, but overall i love your subject matter and beat of the poem. this is excellent!
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