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Violence
Contributed by
starkindler
on
Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
didactic
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In the dark alley
Of the school's hall;
In the night
Of day,
The boy took in
The punches
To his face and
The whispers
To his heart.
Once it kindles,
The fire grows and
Is unstoppable.
First it stings
Then burns and
Kills.
Swallowing the pain,
Making a barreir
From all depths
Can only fence him
Into the chasms
Of darkness.
If only tears
Could wash away all
Pains and problems.
But instead, the
Growing darkness,
Stuck in all depths of the heart,
Finally makes its way out.
And it stings, and
Burns, and kills.
If we could just serve
As another type
Of barrier:
One from the fire that's
Kindling and growing.
If we could just
Handle the fire
With more caring hands,
Maybe then the fire would
Begin to flicker away.
Copyright ©
starkindler
... [
2003-05-17 03:05:00]
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Re: Violence
(User Rating: 1 )
by krismisevski on
Sunday, 31st August 2003 @ 09:38:10 PM AEST
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There are some nice lines here. Coming to America as a child I know the whip of foolish school tongues and bare hands. Thanks for bringing back all those painful childhood memories. Nice poem.
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