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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sunrise is nearing but everything has remained still, not even the birds have burst into song. The sky is a mixture of colours but most are slowly fading into the well-known blue. A slight breeze has been born, it makes the trees and bushes flutter their leaves like wings. Still I remain stuck in this horrendous bed where I am seen as an invalid where pity is bestowed upon. Many faces may project smiles but they are truly nothing for they are false and unwanted; pity is a poisonous gift that no-one wants to own. Still I remain glued under these bedclothes that hide the horror that has possessed my once radiant skin. I have been burnt beyond recognition, nothing remains except memories of my once natural beauty; untarnished by the elements of age. Tears are worthless for they will never erase what has become of me for I feel ugly and monstrous then yet people still look at me as though I am my normal self. But disgust is overshadowed by pity, I feel I shall shatter a mirror if I peer into the depths of the glass. The sun has now risen, it hangs in the sky like a angel’s halo; life has now begun to stir, creatures of all shapes and forms are set free. They seem to roam the land untouched by the evils of life then yet here I lay burnt beyond recognition with nothing but sourness and spite for company. My soul has been scarred by fire, the very element that gave life a home when the Earth was young. Still here I lay burnt beyond recognition but grateful to be alive.
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