June 4, 2012
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The whispers of tomorrow
The troubles of today
What is true?
What is gray?
Shouting shrieks
Of yesterday
Not gray
But black
Echo still
Through my voice
Through my soul
Frightened frights
Crying cries
Bounce inside my brain
Whenever I remember
It never does erase
Whenever I forget
I regret
Some are born older
Some are like I.
I should have said it
I could have
I should have explained it
I could have
That it was not fair
That it was NeveR fair
Because I understood
While they did not
And I hurt
When they decided
When they were stupid
When they were numb
I was only one.
And they were two
And bigger
But numb
And dumb
And shallow
And louder
And meaner
Then I.
The dreaded anger
It would sweep
And our hearts would thump
While it would seep
Out from the cracks
And eruptive
With shredded masks
They stood
Like loving enemies
They punished
With forceful
And ruthless slaps
Careful slaps
Invisible slaps
If they only knew
The pain
Like spidery swords
Every single time
That still lingers
That still residues
And never goes away
It was like hail
Like burning ovens
Like bee stings
Wasting much
More than dimes
Wasting strength
Wasting will
Wasting life
They would never
Their fingers
Never Raise
Their voices
Or ignore
That which is sure
That which is true
Or that which is fair
Never ever

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stupendousman said...
Aug. 29, 2012 at 11:39 pm
I don't think I quite understand it, but i find this poem very interesting. Nice work! please check out my artwork; rate and comment! :)
baby_girla said...
Jun. 19, 2012 at 2:51 pm
this I LOVE IT it is a good poem
Unknown said...
Jun. 17, 2012 at 8:26 pm

Bassya, whoever you are ;), this is absolutely incredible.  I love what you write, it is really sensational. From a fellow poet, all my wishes.


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