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Abigail Mello Poem
Red is anger; it is fear.
It smells like blood, sweat, and tears.
Sunsets, sunrises, red tides that fall,
The sound of the telephone call.
The piercing screams,
The furthest dreams.
Violence, crime, terror, and death.
Ambitious and cunning as Macbeth.
Of all these things, one is forgotten.
It isn't the shade of my favorite shirt of cotton.
The one thing we forget,
Is the love we fight to protect.
Copyright © Abigail Mello | Year Posted 2017
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Abigail Mello Poem
How could this happen to me?
What have I done wrong?
I can't believe this has happened.
I was trying my best.
Maybe my best was not good enough.
Well, I guess I will have to go back and do it again.
I have to, it is the only way
to graduate.
I failed the biology test.
What a bummer.
Copyright © Abigail Mello | Year Posted 2017
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Abigail Mello Poem
The red in her eyes will stay forever.
She won't be happy, oh, not ever.
Her nights full of sorrow and tears,
will do nothing to control her fears.
Copyright © Abigail Mello | Year Posted 2016
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Abigail Mello Poem
Step with care and great
The broken pieces, made whole again, merged
into two reconstructed hearts, a delicate and rare gentleness
I gazed- and gazed- but little thought
You saw me for me.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
They stretched in never-ending line.
What had once been shut tight, how to urge
out-did the sparkling waves in glee, against the sky.
Continuous as the stars that shine
Proclaimed the time.
I have stood still and decided where to go.
I wandered lonely as a cloud.
You saw a girl who needed hope.
You looked aside,
My boy who'd gone away angry and wild.
You can steer yourself.
I'd never seen in him neither wrong nor right.
In the distant, back in rain, the sound of feet
Unwilling to explain, when far away, the saddest city land,
that floats on high o'er vales and hills.
The furthest city light, an interrupted cry.
But not to call me back or say goodbye.
Copyright © Abigail Mello | Year Posted 2017
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