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Floating like paper in the wind
Going far away from reality
Not knowing, not showing
And definitely not caring.
Through the bars
Down in the dungeon
I scream till my lungs burst
Wearing my hatred like a badge
You rip me and break me
Tearing me to shreds
Broken so I can't walk anymore
You leave me in darkness.
And they will wonder
How such beauty came to harm
But one day I will float
Far away from here.
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Gloria · May 30, 2008 8:48 AM
I can't believe that there are no comments to this wonderful poem. I am a 59 yr old woman and this poem touched me so deeply that it is on my office wall! It scared me some too. How can such a young girl write such a deep poem unless she has personal knowledge of what would cause these feelings. I would be very interested in knowing the source of her inspiration. Keep writing!!!!