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Who suffers from attacks of The Dark
Awful Memories bring War to her heart and mind
So many people were crazy cruel and unkind
To her childhood, her girlhood youth was stabbed and stolen away
Such a terrible thing to try to frame in words, too horrible to say,
People may think there should be an answer
A way to heal, a path to find beyond the crying
Pain, where the razor blade rain seldom relents, the sticky red past never repents from the right wicked wrongs;
I have a friend
Who needs to Live who longs to thrive
I believe she is trying
She is trying, trying trying to move past
The Past
Is a prison chamber of sick tortures to a sensitive soul and heart and mind
The cell bars are thick with the sins of ancient rust and stain the spirit
That should grow into flying
I have a friend
Who longs to thrive who wants to live
I believe she is trying
She is trying, trying trying to outlast
The Past,
Awful Memories bring War to her heart and mind
The closest people were crazy cruel and unkind
Such a terrible thing to try to frame in words, too horrible to say
To her childhood, her girlhood youth was stabbed and stolen away,
I would help her if I could, she is a beautiful, bright soul worth saving
Part of my childhood was stolen too, beaten black and blue
Sometimes the falsest people were the ones closest to you,
But I am trying
She is trying,
We are trying.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-04-05 at 21:02
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We Are Trying
I have a friendWho suffers from attacks of The Dark
Awful Memories bring War to her heart and mind
So many people were crazy cruel and unkind
To her childhood, her girlhood youth was stabbed and stolen away
Such a terrible thing to try to frame in words, too horrible to say,
People may think there should be an answer
A way to heal, a path to find beyond the crying
Pain, where the razor blade rain seldom relents, the sticky red past never repents from the right wicked wrongs;
I have a friend
Who needs to Live who longs to thrive
I believe she is trying
She is trying, trying trying to move past
The Past
Is a prison chamber of sick tortures to a sensitive soul and heart and mind
The cell bars are thick with the sins of ancient rust and stain the spirit
That should grow into flying
I have a friend
Who longs to thrive who wants to live
I believe she is trying
She is trying, trying trying to outlast
The Past,
Awful Memories bring War to her heart and mind
The closest people were crazy cruel and unkind
Such a terrible thing to try to frame in words, too horrible to say
To her childhood, her girlhood youth was stabbed and stolen away,
I would help her if I could, she is a beautiful, bright soul worth saving
Part of my childhood was stolen too, beaten black and blue
Sometimes the falsest people were the ones closest to you,
But I am trying
She is trying,
We are trying.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 603 times
Written on 2015-04-05 at 21:02
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