A poem about so called "action" against antagonizing events.
Lying on the bed
What in Heaven's name did you do?
Spoke words in your head
The door was half ajar when I heard
Something mutter through
Couldn't help but peek inside
Thinking it was you
Speaking through your lips
For the first time in two years
No longer paralyzed it seems
And sent me full of tears
Then you started talking
And then walking down the hall
I noticed you had no conflict
No instance of a crawl
Then you ran across a feild
Shouting rash and loud
We found a ball, and you played catch
In front of cheering crowd
Then we ran all the way home
You, never out of air!
I went to make you food
You then sat in your chair
I heard you shouting from the room
About the news, it seems
I rushed to see what had gone wrong
And what had caused your screams
Turns out it was at the News
At the horror, you were true
You started planning ways
If there was something you could do
Smiling at your noble heart
I hand you a broom to sweep
And suddenly your mind was mush
You simply had to sleep
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 20:21
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The Dust Lies There Still
Where were you five years ago?Lying on the bed
What in Heaven's name did you do?
Spoke words in your head
The door was half ajar when I heard
Something mutter through
Couldn't help but peek inside
Thinking it was you
Speaking through your lips
For the first time in two years
No longer paralyzed it seems
And sent me full of tears
Then you started talking
And then walking down the hall
I noticed you had no conflict
No instance of a crawl
Then you ran across a feild
Shouting rash and loud
We found a ball, and you played catch
In front of cheering crowd
Then we ran all the way home
You, never out of air!
I went to make you food
You then sat in your chair
I heard you shouting from the room
About the news, it seems
I rushed to see what had gone wrong
And what had caused your screams
Turns out it was at the News
At the horror, you were true
You started planning ways
If there was something you could do
Smiling at your noble heart
I hand you a broom to sweep
And suddenly your mind was mush
You simply had to sleep
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 20:21
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