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My Darkest Place

Covered with ashes No way to see through the smoke and fog The ground is hard and the grass is blackened There are no buildings No air among us No blue skies to heal the pain No light to see your path The flowers scattered like clouds There is no living thing around You you have defend for yourself The only time you can visit is in your sleep The land is cold The river is filled with blood The sea is filled with tears The area is surronded by broken trees and flames To much of your liking you find a cabin The cabin is filled with skulls and bones You step in cracking the bones as you take a step The door closes as you find yourself in a different place The room takes you to a hot place Filled with scary things as you only see in your dreams Only this is no longer a dream this is reality This has become your life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/13/2012 8:03:00 AM
This is a very sad poem. I am wondering whether you live in Syria because I have heard on the news such terrible things and seen such terrible scenes on the television. If you do, be aware that the world is suffering with you.
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