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Red and big is the nose that
Looks me straight in the face.
Those menacing eyes seem
To melt my skin beyond repair.

I choose to look down at
My converses; black with white.
I try to ignore, deminish
That face that is set before me.

When I walk past, I can
Still feel their glaring, sneering stare.
My mind runs in many different
Directions, wondering what to do.

Wondering what to do with
A knife pointed at my heart,
Soul, body. These clowns would
Laugh louder and louder, the closer
And closer I got to cutting my life out.





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FiddleFaddleChimp said...
Sept. 25, 2008 at 5:59 pm
Very sensitive poem. I'm disturbed by the ending.
 
Jaromed said...
Sept. 24, 2008 at 11:37 pm
Very creative and thought provoking.
 
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