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Open Your Eyes, Beautiful

November 5, 2011
By jwemp17 BRONZE, Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania
jwemp17 BRONZE, Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania
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Ache me, rake me.
The coals know nothing more.
Drag me from this wretched place,
run hand in hand,
please keep me safe.
ABC, 123.
Lovely girls,
handsome me.
Skip around the corner,
into your lovely's arms.
But there's children crying somewhere,
in a village not far from here.
She sits on her weak knees,
and prays for forgiveness.
For the innocence stolen from her.
Her whispers are lost in the roar of adulthood,
so quiet,
for a second.
She's begging to die young.


The author's comments:
This poem is about being surrounded by good things and trying to be appreciative of that, yet not being able to ignore the pain that is going on around you. No matter how privileged you are, you will always be able to notice that there are less fortunate people living around you, and at some point you need to stop and acknowledge that.

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