Stolen Youth

June 19, 2009
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There are two black pits
Where your eyes used to be,
Your sweetest smile
Replaced with a line.

A golden star
Sits where your heart used to be,
The warmth inside you
Has frozen to ice.

A memory filled with pictures
Now lies untouched,
It is hard to know
If they were ever real.

A full stomach
Now sits empty and hollow,
The toy in your hands
Transformed to a piece of bread.

This adorable child
Is suddenly a man,
What was once innocence
Is now brutal wisdom.

The goals in your life,
So many dreams,
Now replaced with just one-
Breathe. Breathe.

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Grania said...
Jun. 26, 2009 at 6:22 pm
This is a very sad, vibrant poem. Keep it up!
eric Z. said...
Jun. 25, 2009 at 9:51 pm
This poem is really great. Not only does it show vivid images it is also clear and complex at the same time.
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