January 13, 2009
By Zerra GOLD, Pinnacle, North Carolina
Zerra GOLD, Pinnacle, North Carolina
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Utterly alone,
Not a soul around
My problems are my own
Delt only through my pen

Their problems are mine
The young minds ill at rest
Nothing one can hope to do for them

Love shattered form the left
Silver ring, long ago forgotten
Porcelain below it

Tears running from innocent blue eyes
A baby scarred to be forgotten
Lost within hatred

Three of them stand decided
Only one voicing the pain
Nothing I can do

At a loss, I sit and weep
Their story at my eyes
Their lives lost in words

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