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[bodytext] => She sat on the shore Toes tug deep into the brown And black of the mud No, this isn't real anymore She realized some time ago And she cries She knows that place is never coming back Familiar faces Fading, like the ripples from a sinking stone When can I go home.... She waits for an angel of white But all the debris Blocks out any vantage point of light For the virus of greed and hate Seems to have infected everyone by now Muffled guns and explosions In the far too near distance She had dreams, she had faith But they lay incomplete Inside her head She keeps a vision Of what she thought it would be Trying not to incorporate all the misery Right before her eyes The dead, telling a tale Far too bleak to understand She was just a child In need of someone's hand But it retracted with time And her mind Was never meant to grow Just to reap sorrow To bathe in a hole This hole Where nothingness Takes its toll She struggles to stand Horizon meeting the land A fire breaks out somewhere new Another person burning to death She never knew And the ashes disintegrate Into an atmosphere Turned to static fuzz No, she never got to see Peace, or the beauty of life Just planes with bombs in flight Striking the sea Sleeping giant Always constant Its waves blue and alone There is no one No man to atone For the evil Things we have done No mother no daughter or son So tired, She dives into cold water Mistaking its touch For some lost friend Sinking She hopes to never come afloat This wasn't her future This isn't what she wrote God have mercy She prays Please be there To meet me down below. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 43 [informant] => resist77 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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