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Writing of the Unknown
Poems
May 17
Dying Breath
Barely a whisper
Controlled and smooth
finally at rest
finally free from the chaos
But as the breath fads
sirens come alive
screams and pleas
fall upon the deaf ears
the trajectory already set
the motion already made
she was happy
she was hopeful
but nothing could protect her
when her home was taken away
poisoned by few
the fire of fear destroying the rest
they made it clear
she wasn't welcomed anymore
so she did what they asked
she removed herself from being a "problem"
too little
too late
yet they get to walk on
no one batting an eye
at the woman IT killed
Because every story should be told, even if there is no happy ending.
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