March 18, 2009
People leave me with these ugly scars.
They took me from strong to weak.
My army has no shields against their weapons.
I'm an isolated heart and soul.
In my mind I'm homeless.
The tears that poor down my face are a reflection of what I've been put through.
My scars won't fade, they only taunt me.
Times suppose to heal all wounds but I don't think my clock is ticking.
How can I feel so alone when I'm surrounded by so many people?
Loneliness envelopes my entire body and soul.
I'm weak again like an infant being cradled in his mother's arms.
Like a child without food in her belly I need to be made stronger.
I cry to be fed so I can grow but I only get weaker.
So still I try to become strong so the pain doesn't kill me like a spreading cancer.
I try to become strong so I can depend on myself, not the army.
I try to become strong so these scars can finally begin to fade.

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Michael U. said...
Oct. 30, 2009 at 6:55 pm
ah, what is it about the destruction of hope or relationship that brings out the muse? i guess we'll never know, eh?
Precious replied...
Oct. 31, 2009 at 10:29 am
The feeling of depression brings out the muse I think. I could never write about happiness. Love maybe. But not happiness.
Michael_anno_diabolus said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 7:21 pm
very interesting, i wonder, what provokes such angst? feel free not to answer.
Precious replied...
Oct. 30, 2009 at 10:26 am
losing every single one of your friends at the same time. feeling unwanted
Mommy said...
Sept. 14, 2009 at 10:27 pm
Great poem. You are a talented young lady. Continue to write beautiful pieces such as this.
Ajanae D. replied...
Sept. 15, 2009 at 10:31 pm
thank you.
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