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Untitled (Free verse) by fair12
* I held the telephone tightly As anger roared through my body Like the locomotive of a tornado Just before it rips through town Indignation lapped in waves And mingled with all the unshed Tears I’d never cried; with all the books We’ve ever read there is still no Understanding between any of the pages You’ve never seen the rough white scars Gouged so deep that every cry From a world of broken children could Fill me up and still have over-flow You weren’t there on the first day When the dark shadow crept into my room You weren’t there on any day in between When fear and tears were the only weapon You don’t understand the guilt that has bound me Like the most ancient of sarcophagi In a tomb filled with broken homes, Regrets and far too many lies So many words never spoken Even more misunderstood And the plate spilled over and All the past came rushing in And still you didn’t understand That all the broken children Would never be able to live Through all those fears a second time

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