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In my eyes (This poem is by a former hello poetry user and a dear friend of mine, her username was RAIN)

my life was lifted just above me

now I have to live with what I did

live with what I see.

 

I have seen a battlefield as a classroom

a warzone as a desk

when nothing is as it should be

then nothing is at rest

 

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In trying to cure this one wound

they have begun to open various cuts

of which are now beginning to fester and scar

I am one of those cuts.

 

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I have no sense of hope,

no pure feelings

no... nothing.

I cannot feel anymore

not the sun

not the wind...

nor do I ever think I will

feel... again...

 

 

By: RAIN <3

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ginger-gray
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Mar 13, 2012
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