Monday, October 3, 2011

Mr. Selective Hearing

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Poem by me

Listen Hard
to hear the drips
of the blood
gushing out my heart
barbed-wire pierced
once protected now torn
pulled out with one hand
veins left empty vessels
blood pouring, no beating

Listen Hard
to hear my cries
sobs, and wails of agony
tears so dark
from black mascara
from dark recesses of my soul
run down my face
plain as day
screams so deep
my lungs are crushed
i can't breathe

Listen Hard
to hear nothing
because to you
I was never here
Mr. selective hearing

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