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May 2012
Like a thief in the night,
it came, and stole apart of me away.
Like a lightbulb that burnt out.
You took a part of me.
Leaving scars, where scars shouldn't be.
You set out on a war,
a battle on my soul.

There is this darkness,
Like a plague,
constantly looming.
Hanging just above our heads.
Where lies control,
where hearts are broken.
The wounded, go unnoticed.

Walk through the blood,
it seems easy for you to do.
Just take what you want,
leave the broken, the wounded.
There is no use for them
in the world you have created.

Your delusional thoughts believe,
that this is a better life.
Where the wounded, the hurt,
are wrong.
And you are the king of right.

Please take a moment to look,
Open your eyes and see,
this life you have created,
will be the death of yourself.
Us, the supposed broken,
will be standing,
we will watch you lose your footing.
As you have lost it on reality.
We will be the ones to bury,
We will be the ones to carry on.

While you,
who is all wanting.
You,
who is uncaring,
You,
will end.

We will,
Be strong, as we have always been.
We will,
glance on,
as you steal the last breath from yourself.
Ingrid Ohls
Written by
Ingrid Ohls  Guelph, ON
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