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Helplessness is black as midnight.
It sounds like someone pleading for help.
Helplessness tastes like wet gravel.
It smells like a leaking garbage bag.
Helplessness looks like a child lost in a crowd.
It makes me want to run from everything.

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Milo! said...
Feb. 26, 2010 at 3:44 pm
I really like this poem. The comparisons are great.
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