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They come rolling over the hills
Bringing the darkness with them
Blotting out the sun with their black army
Larger than life and indestructible to destroy
Every time they come
And they do
The fear,
the pain,
the despair,
the life and the death are chained like slaves behind them.
Wretched souls that rattle their chain for freedom,
Liberation.
Striking metal, lighting up the sky.
I stand outside
And watch as the rain falls
While they pass
Thankful they overlooked me.
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For now.
I am safe.



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IsabelJames said...
May 27, 2013 at 11:33 pm:
Amazing, you could not believe the relationship I have with this poem. It is so strange, I use to have dreams/nightmares about stuff like this. I loved the descriptive words you used in this. It is very important to succeed at being a writer. The ending of this kind of leaves the reader wondering, what happens in the future? Has this happened to the narrator before? Good job and good-luck in the future. :)
 
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