July 13, 2011
By beckymueller BRONZE, St. Agatha, Other
beckymueller BRONZE, St. Agatha, Other
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I couldn’t sleep.
Not close my eyes.
It hurt too much to blink
For every time
My world went black
It hurt too much to think

I see his face
His tear stained cheeks
The terror that overcame
Yet all I wonder
Seems to be
Who there is to blame

The author's comments:
Sometimes I will see people at school or on the streets, that give me a look that breaks my heart. I see their sadness, but I am too afraid to answer their "call for help." I can't stop thinking about what could have happened to make them feel that way, and every time I close my eyes, I see the look over and over again. I will never know who or what had hurt them, but I can't help but feel that by doing nothing to help, I am partly to blame.

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This article has 2 comments.

Reader1 said...
on Jul. 27 2011 at 10:55 pm
Very powerful poem...builds an image of people I have known along with strong emotion.

Bernie said...
on Jul. 22 2011 at 12:36 pm
Very good.  Makes me wonder who she is thinking about.


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