March 24, 2011
By mackenzieharris SILVER, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania
mackenzieharris SILVER, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"To talk without thinking is like shooting without aiming"

Words of wisdom, slipping through the air
Behind my eyes, a confused disguise
Thought it cannot be fair
And then alas, I can't but help to bid thee goodbye
Memory fades thy soul, as the body does the sun
Thought it cannot be said, the words I read
So soft but not quiet enough to run
Beyond the hill tops, my soul confessed
To you I ask for bread and drink
They people cry and shed their tears
Since the well-hole drains as does a sink
Because you're gone, we can't move on, we fear
Each day grows dark as you once knew
Lying, cheating, ignoring us like you always do.

The author's comments:
This piece is a huge part of my current family situation. I got the idea from a certain family member of mine having what seemed like an affair with other people. The conflict tore my family apart and because of that I wrote this poem.

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