on a most undernourished segment of society


Who are we that ask your help? (silently)

Why i grieve
Tears are floods
Cut my sleeve
Lick up the blood

Paint my room
With evil hues
Shut the door
Light the fuse

It's my cell
Trapt inside
Its my hell
Do not confide

Lose my mind
might I be dead?
Cry my eyes out
The colors fled

Stained white cheeks
With tears of black
Im every one
In all, Im back

I live near you
Your children my friends
I'm everyone
I meet my own ends

People hate me
Adults spite me
Media rapes me
My friends fight me

I was you
I see myself
In your eyes
My mem'ry lingers
On your fingers
I'm the teenage soul

Give me peace



Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2007-09-17 at 04:48

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Inchworm
yowza

right o.
Emo...
kinda scary, eh?
2007-09-17