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NOVEMBER 30, 2009 @ 11:27 AM


New poem.Not sure if this is any good.
Maybe because it's a bit too personal.

The last of the fading sunlight
To leaves us all Alone
in the dead of the living night
The blue turning deeper
The truth growing bleaker

Sirens in the distance
Violence in waiting
Screams heard through
Muffled ears pillow
Buried

Bedded down in fear
The walls take a beating
And so does she
Again and again
Knuckling down in bed
as the Knuckle strikes again

The last of the fading fight
To leave us all alone
In the light of the dead night
The day growing near
Vision growing clear

Waking to find
Dimpled walls
With fist forms
Doors hanging off hinges
Blood on a radiator
Down to my mother
Beaten and bruised
Bloody and sore
Our family was
A family no-more

The last of the fading sunlight
To leaves us all Alone
in the dead of the living night
The blue turning deeper
The truth growing bleaker
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