March 8, 2011
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I’m being attacked from all sides, without a weapon no guns, no knives. It’s not your place to be here. Ears bled dry, no reason. Just a simple statement, I die. No logic, no fear, no guilt, they aren’t here. They come quickly, quietly, death in their hands. Planning to unleash it on woman or man. They’ve pulled this before, you shut down. No thought in your brain no fear. They come at you, you’re in this trap again, they say they have spared you but soon enough you’ll walk right into their world once more.

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callie15 said...
Aug. 23, 2011 at 9:35 pm
I think the poem is really good, but I'd think it would've been helpful if it was put into stanzas, unless it already is? Anyways, great job!
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