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Poem Details
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| Title: | Memorial |
| Author: | Hydra |
| Date Submitted: | 8/15/2009 |
| Email: | deanna.dalton@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
I screamed so hard and so long that I began to vomit blood I woke up and I found I was soaked and sticky with it I don’t really know what happens at night I just know it is never quite right Nobody is ever themselves even when they are alone We are forever reminded of what is right and wrong What is appropriate, what is acceptable and what is violent Staying mindful helps and so does remaining silent I remember exactly where I was when I learned of her death I felt as if I was dwelling in a surreal vacuum I become bloated with unvoiced emotions I stole some bravado from a good friend and went through the motions Religion has stifled my creativity and my sense of self loathing Not being content is part of the experience Part of the plan of some willful presence that breathes and gives That comes in when the light leaves and the darkness lives... |